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A Poem by anne
In the morning it is never the same -the way the light falls and turns to what is missing, sometimes misses, sometimes finds. The streak of yellow al..
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A Poem by anne
By now, I thought the world remembered me, thought I had left something big enough to be recognized for. But sometimes at night, when the world is ..
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A Poem by anne
I.
I am in the kitchen
stuffing old tomatoes
down the drain
knowing you will come in soon
and tell me to stop being ridiculous.
That you can..
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A Poem by anne
and she smiled
and her smile smiled
and her voice sounded like
something almostholy
when she said she loved me, too.
There is something
I..
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A Poem by anne
My father grew up in a place where it did not rain. I never understood this. I never understood how people could live peacefully in a place where c..
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A Poem by anne
Father gave, gave, gave
and mother broke everything in half
like dishes, like love.
Like the house in which they grew your body,
watered it ..
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A Poem by anne
I didn’t cryat my father’s funeral,
but I criedat my own,
seven years ago,
when the coffin was made out of skin
and wore my name..
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A Poem by anne
He says
let me help strip this skin off,
this wallpaper you’re wearing
like a disease.
Let me heal you here
and here
and here.
H..
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A Poem by anne
When grief begs you to stay in bed for the day, puts his claws on your thighs,whispers that you owe him in all this dark, say no. Say silence kills. S..
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A Poem by anne
Tonight you are living
in the ruins of other people’s dreams.
Sometimes in your sleep
you can still hear the clapping
of hands and teeth
a..
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