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Are we untouchable?
Our faces were not carved
from stone,
from frost-like daggers
digging their heels
into our pits,
our souls. Ou..
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WHEN the men work in the fields under a dark moon
sweating & swearing into earth,
my brain is at work too, i..
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These eyes have yet to
open.wilting against lashes,becoming peel-away scabslike the gray patch we
wearbecause our fathers wore
themwhen they were b..
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I walked alone in the woods,
supple branches peeling away from my face.
Aquamarine moonlight flew across t..
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We solely speak in wasted utterances, flaring
in the wet, in the shade
sputtering in the sun:
thickly re..
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Dirty vagrant clouds lingeroverhead,belowgray weed pushesbetweentiny blue toes.Will not yield.Red sun setsBehind,and dark vampingin.Snuffed the hillsa..
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The broom handles are sinking deeper,gliding through a wobbly nothing.The tower is sinking and the bedrock was never there.Six inches of tilt is enoug..
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When we were kidsthere was a bridgerunningovera strange creek.It was narrow, justa series of stagnantpoolsfullof mosquitoesand the occasionalcopperhea..
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Stray light broke over the child’s body,shattering, spraying the waterin volleys unseen.Like harbingers of hypotheticalplanets,pushing,pullingho..
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I’m writing these words on my Dynexkeyboard I bought for $19.95 plus taxfive years ago, (I kept the receiptbecause it doesn’t workvery wel..
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