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I could not have
been
more than fifteen-years-old
when my mother
told me the story of my aunt's
abortion
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Amphibian tombs,
open asphalt caskets
in cul-de-sac cemeteries,
define everlasting peace
in Suburbi..
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Neighboring eyes
hooded with suspicion
follow the zigzag
of the lawn mower.
Nobody’s grass
is so lovely
as the Jones’
in the..
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Those aged shoulders sag
under the weight of
worn bra straps
and nineteen years of disappointment.
The crumpled form
of her body, a twisted
..
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Hairline cracks
in those damned oak floors
betray the laughter
of my father’s adultery.
Well-endowed cheeks
of childhood squish
to p..
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A dainty chiming of doorbellsannounce his presence,a damning dissonance hammered upon the drums of my ear. The chambers and valvesof a spectacular cri..
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Floorboards kiss scraped knees,coolness soothing yesterday’s sunburn.Mosquito bites line the legs of cousins,reminiscent of the preacher’s..
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Elusive as a fox in a graveyard,slinking behind weathered tombstones,copper fur amongst the fading grays taunting,&ldquo..
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Wet dog nose kisses,
Grass blades tickling
your feet -Happiness is this.
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Moonlight on her
face,
Galaxies live in her
eyes -
She’s out of this
world.
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