Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
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Twelve Days Til ChristmasA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)picketfencestoowhiteforthiscoastalairstandpoisedfordecorationreadytobedrapedwithcoloredlightsemergingfromacardboardboxreadyfortheannualuntanglingthesn.. |
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Gallery Quality LoveA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)whatisloveifnotanunfinishedlineaparticipledanglingherfeetinthewateranounsearchingforhislostadjectiveatreewithoutthetall?itisasecrethalffilledbyillusor.. |
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BlackfishA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)sonamedforyourcolor -atribalcontrastofblackonwhitethereisnokillerinyouonlyinstinctsteepedincuriosityitissaidthatthehigh-reachingsailofyourdorsalfintel.. |
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How to BreatheA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)in bed again same cinematic deliverance playing for the sixth time this week it seems easier to get lost when I already know the ending .. |
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SignsA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)this dull ache bears a misplaced name scratched out in midnight moon-paint upon a wall I used to brush with lover’s eyes as you.. |
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An Infant's VoiceA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)i have long walked the winding road -- clattered forward upon cagey cobblestone tripping on cracks while prudently avoiding italicized.. |
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Dead AirA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)these irritably critical conversations are spreading me thin like honey scraped across burnt toast and I am quite sure that if I sto.. |
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October 27thA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)i have become an old book - dog-eared pages, water stained cover, i am weathered from too many readings fumbling fingers have fol.. |
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60 Minutes From SunriseA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)in metaphor you are perfection - careless eyes cast down a narrow nose, the hipsters would call you cool, but I cannot seem to call y.. |
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Killing JarA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)the only way around it is to seal myself inside the killing jar -- cotton ball soaked in ether and mislaid words, until my worried wi.. |
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