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if only to breathe
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
if only to breathe your cesarean birthed my black heart onto a bed of bleeding interrogation questions like umbilical cords that..
Wild Horses
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Wild Horses his glass slipper met her midnight and the carriage held but one she danced away from his logic and now t..
Higher education leads to lower expectation
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Higher education leads to lower expectation writing through the riffs periods, commas all the ..
a.m.'s silent rustle
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
a.m.'s silent rustle 6:06 broken sticks protrude from a barren tree of knowledge i have depleted used to branch..
on that rocking horse saddle
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
on that rocking horse saddle like morphing from rock to country i inverted pavement into a save meant to break my city soul dow..
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Linens
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
Linens used blankets tossed evidence of a former warmth cold toes peek from bed sheets i don't bother to cover m..
the other periodic table
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the other periodic table finesse my heart with your subtle intrusions i am gladly violated by your smile and deft touch ..
is the world really flat?
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
is the world really flat? so much straight jacket logic the world is contorted into confined eccentricity not the good kin..
notes and scribbles of you
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
notes and scribbles of you cerulean epitaph from burning embers your brown eyes rose tinder free, love dancing in iris lies smoke filled..
the curtain is moving slightly
A Poem by
jacob erin-cilberto
the curtain is moving slightly it's a new Cold War, better set that space heater by the computer otherwise your insides..
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