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I wrote this at a workshop held by Andrea Gibson. She read us a poem concerning women's bodies and this is what poured out.
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I got this story from a one line prompt that read, "Grape jelly was my mother's favorite".
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I often
think about you, a bundle of blue
wrapped close
to my chest as I sing
my Jaybird,
my own, a product of my
insidious craving
for ..
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When you
notice a girl’s bra-straps
showing instead of hidden
do you want to
sink
your gentle
teeth into them?
As she
stan..
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I long to
sit in a study room filled
with people un-peopled.
With
women
un-womended,
men
un-mended,
as we sip
lattes made from coff..
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Pictures
lining the walls remind me
your open
eyes are miles away, miles of some
unwarranted
length I could grasp the strings of
only in m..
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Coming out to myself was the hardest thing I ever did.
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Your mother’s
womb is laughing at her joke
because she
wanted a carbon copy.
She was
jealous. You were going to get
a part added
t..
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The door swung and a middle aged
doctor walked in. They had been waiting for almost eight hours. Their nerves
hung in the air, a presence with ..
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They trained me you know.I even trained others on the same things.You followed the trend, but I thought I saved you.My ears pricked, like syringes not..
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