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Wastewater

Wastewater

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Wastewater Sweetwater moments, never shedding tears down the drainpipe of a rundown life. Walking quietly in 6 inch stilettos, borrowi..
The Last Call

The Last Call

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


The Last Call Moving through crowds simulating sadness, tortured; the anxiety overcomes everything, even whiskey over rocks, or another empty..
Aya

Aya

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Aya It’s in the expression, her giving of rocks, subtlety; an unconventional life. She left home; forgetting the spring roll for a h..
A Quiet Conversation

A Quiet Conversation

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


A Quiet Conversation Pepper;one fine frenzy,an open eyein the palm of your hand. Lazy in the spice field,picking plumsfrom a dead tree,like tastin..
Of Darwin and God

Of Darwin and God

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Of Darwin and God The life and the breath, Darwin; of Darwin and God, thinking the footprints are a monkeys not mans. Doesn’t really ..
K.N.S.

K.N.S.

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


K.N.S. It wasn’t so much a surprise, there was milk in the wine bottle; her smile said it all as I sat opposite her, legs crossed. &..
The Peoples Court

The Peoples Court

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


The Peoples Court It was long as days go, longer than usual. Breathing felt labored and ill prepared, numbing the tips of the fingers and t..
Okay

Okay

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Okay Almost a cliché thinking of life underground, sitting in the pink and the black, with a smile on my face. All the whittling i..
The Sun and The Moon

The Sun and The Moon

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


The Sun and The Moon A gross mismanagement of sacrifice, leaving tin cups in the corner of a distant life. But a life none the less. Spil..
Broken Heel?

Broken Heel?

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Broken Heel? It was done out of anger and not out of respect. The heel from my boot died at the bottom of the stairs. Fixable, but frus..
Head

Head

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Head His strength is all that I can handle, a bundle of nerves, cut just rite, and close to the heart. Arms that are good for holding, and..
Piece

Piece

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Piece With every step taken a piece is left behind, dropping off like beads from last years mardi gras. Slipping off in the shower down t..
Blindfold

Blindfold

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Blindfold It was the start of something significant, with a touch of underlying courage. Blood red in the bathtub, same as; bathing every..
Momo

Momo

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Momo A moment passed and then another, she looked so surprised to see me, though she has a thousand times. The Nuns call her Lou smiling ..
Pockets

Pockets

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Pockets The bitterness of morning, and a thin crust of bread, a breakfast telegraphed by the rubbing of nickels in an old mans pockets. ..
Dirt

Dirt

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Dirt Tasteless, as peeking around corners, gripping at the straws in a strangers scotch and water. Being thoroughly dissolved in the wrong ..
Novelty Act

Novelty Act

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Novelty Act It seems that the novelty has worn off, or at least worn thin; formative as a common bell. No more questions or adequate loo..
Brothers

Brothers

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Brothers Always in the process of uprooting, I have everything to gain but acceptance. And in my right hand I hold my two sons, in the le..
Awkward

Awkward

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Awkward It’s the pose that is awkward, pressed against the door jamb every night always makes my back hurt, and my feelings. The soun..
I.E.

I.E.

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


I.E. Is it often satisfactory, to think it natural that I comes before E, and that words grow as plants, some filled with poison. Then it m..

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