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What
lovely weather it is -
to
invite you over,
to
make a pot of coffee,
to
serve pastries in the parlor,
and
to discuss all the book..
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One of my biggest fears about writing is that I haven't experienced enough in my life to create anything worthwhile, so I wanted to express that frust..
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I
recall lust,
and
those women
in
lazy purple gardens,
sleeping
like blue shadows.
Death
but a spring
in
their sordid winter ..
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1. Take a midnight walk with tired feet and an even more tired soul. Feel the warm pavement, it's June. Find solace in streetlamp floods; a beacon br..
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Last
summer when I shredded
a
baby rabbit in the hurricane blades
of
my lawn mower, I spent a week
consumed
by screams and blood rivers
..
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If
I learned anything from my lit theory class,
and
I can’t say for certain that I did,
it
was the deconstructive theory of dichoto..
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Lethargy,
my love, quick to leave
and
sooner still to forget,
she
plays the piano in a series of staccatos.
I
stopped to smell the li..
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When
you first left me
I
began a new relationship
with
the phosphorescent pull
of
liquor store displays.
So
it was no surprise really..
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I
spent all my money on alcohol.
I
shook hands with your new lover
when
I wanted to spit in his face.
I
draped myself in cardigan..
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Our
ancestors were here once,
riding
atop camels and caravans
with
beady necklaces of ivory
and
bulky sacks of potatoes,
the
burden o..
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