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805

805

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


805 Watershed moments while sitting in traffic, the girl two cars up is texting while she waits. The smoke from my cigarette circulates, ..
Three

Three

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Three I had been lying here for three days before they found me, all sticky and sweet. I had in my right hand a fist, and a clump of ..
Zippo

Zippo

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Zippo She lights a cigarette with the Zippo her father gave her, the only thing from his house she was allowed to retrieve. A bottle full..
Smile

Smile

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Smile Walking midmorning, another cold day in Los Angeles, and the ever present sound of comfortable shoes echoes down the alleyway. ..
Smothered

Smothered

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Smothered Walking in the sunshine for the first time, every step the thoughtful consideration of something different. And there are those ..
I Can't Feel My Feet

I Can't Feel My Feet

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


I Can’t Feel My Feet Looking to shut it down, standing in line waiting to be fed a spoonful of life. And I can’t see the stars ..
Definition

Definition

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Definition The accommodation of other Peoples problems with image, I am a small projection on a very large screen. Being not a facsimile, ..
Stilettos

Stilettos

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Stilettos An exercise of intolerance, these dreams have all been made by men. Sitting under the microscope, unchanged, but yet different..
Birchwood

Birchwood

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Birchwood Breaking down like Birchwood, the feelings of a foggy day sends shivers down my spine. Eating the leftovers of life, not quite ..
Handbag

Handbag

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Handbag “An empire For an apple!” he’d shout. I didn’t know what he meant by that, still don’t. His voice ..
Apples

Apples

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Apples Needing a place to hang my head, walking along main street downtown. A reprise, as the sun climbs over dirty feet. And I, look..
Paper Cup

Paper Cup

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Paper Cup Looking into clocks out of frustration, drinking beer from a wine glass, torture; from the bottom of a paper cup. The cloudy re..
Alone

Alone

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Alone I feel like I felt when I was young, alone, staring out the window at a cool blue sky, thinking that reality is as thin as a pane of g..
Bad Faith

Bad Faith

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Bad Faith Sometimes I wish that the breath would leave, my body. Surrounded by quiet contemplation, I have discovered trepidation; wiltin..
The Wall

The Wall

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


The Wall I never had a chance, left in the bucket of a driveway in the suburbs. Looking west through blue ocean eyes, telling secrets to ..
Above Average

Above Average

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Above Average There is a passion in the pudding, looking out windows when there is no smell to the air, she sits in cool contemplation. Av..
Pacific

Pacific

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Pacific By the scattered sun of foggy San Diego mornings, perplexed in the most obvious of delights, watching the seagulls pick bread, from ..
Forwards

Forwards

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Forwards Looking up I think of water, not a drop to drink, yet filling my every glass. And in foolish reflections, I've gone and done it ..
Bus

Bus

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Bus Sitting in cool reflections, testing the warmth of the sun, downtown. Optimistic, as the birds feed on the trash in the streets, o..
100 Times

100 Times

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


100 Times Rattled withdire emotions,the wolfand the bull,blisteringthe brain.Setting in motionthe making of plans,escalating events,to a conclusionmo..