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shook a few great shakes
from the salt shaker over my shoulder in the shadow of linoleum, feel like the shaking Quakers drunk on the spirit of
a ho..
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Weddings:
wheeling and dealing with the bride( the bride’s family the bride’s friends
thebride’sthegroom’sthebride’s)..
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A poem I wrote for my brother as a wedding gift.
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It was Sunday,the first hottest day of the week.The road was bright the houses squinted with the glare.His car, my boyfriend's car has no air conditio..
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Godzilla
stormed the keep
of the 90’s,
wild hair angst-ridden
music nose-pierced frenzy,
he stomped about and screamed and everyone heard
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Folding clothes
feeding chickens
that resemble
hawks
I feel safer
than a storm blowing through,
safer than knowing the future.
Acceptance ch..
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3 a.m.
at least it must be.
refuse to look at the clock in case it is later (earlier?)--
it would only agitate. Like a fan.
you are sleeping nex..
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Burnside, ironside, bricks and heavy things.
names that bear a testament to cement.
steadied by nails (the poor man’s weaponized construction)..
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don’t know how I will catch up
by
lining
up
these French toast sticks
heel, toe, heel, toe
the road is slick like syrup.
the triumph o..
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short skirts receive
l o o o n g looks.
eyes lifted higher�"wondering what is
between
the two halves of a whole.
a body pieced i..
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