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Excess

Excess

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Excess Older in person then the photographs I am portrayed in, a bit of silver in my hair, not unlike Superman’s mother. My rubbing..
Statue

Statue

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Statue An uneasy moving target, the only psychopath in the room. It’s the blood on the fingertips that gives him away, ominous real..
Sweat

Sweat

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Sweat It was the first of many nightmares, the sweet sweat in the corners of someone else’s eyes. A beggar in the bathroom, the paper..
Gia

Gia

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Gia Applauded for her convictions, she named her children after characters from black and white westerns, the good ones of course. She si..
Movement

Movement

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Movement How long shall we stand here, still? As bitter as the buttercup, bound by the morals buried in tobacco pipes of bureaucrats and doc..
Plaid

Plaid

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Plaid It's as hard to believe as a freshman on campus, bells and whistles and bubble gum. An afterthought from the smoke of a freshly ..
Limestone

Limestone

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Limestone Perching on rocks her favorite past time, considering; the bottle over the buck. With only a shoe left on the right foot, her to..
Sales Pitch

Sales Pitch

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Sales Pitch Well established in front of puddle water, it is almost as embarrassing the regurgitated words found on every sidewalk. A ..
Glass

Glass

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Glass If the meaning in the words escape intrusion, and a thoughtful tone sets glass ideals in motion, it is the indignity of standing in ..
Small Change

Small Change

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Small Change It’s the way he moved his hands that first drew me to him. Making small circles on the table top, looking me in the eye. ..
Green Tea

Green Tea

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Green Tea It’s the sound of the critics that makes the head hurt, the spilling of blood with words, every last drop. Holding art ove..
Rubber Boots

Rubber Boots

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Rubber Boots It’s on these wet mornings at the park that she feels the most insecure, even as the children still play in their rubber..
Rose and Palm

Rose and Palm

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Rose and Palm I find it impossible to be complacent when not being listened too, or even heard. It makes me wither like a rose half pas..
FREE Hand.

FREE Hand.

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


FREE Hand He was panting as he pointed to the words on the page, looking me desperately in the eyes. “but how does that apply to me..
The Best of Friends

The Best of Friends

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


The Best of Friends Every morning they meet in the same place at the same time, to pool whatever money they made the day before. One with ..
In Passing

In Passing

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


In Passing Average; every meaning of that word, I am not. Because it takes hours for me to leave the house. Complications with simple l..
Smoke

Smoke

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Smoke And I lay here broken, with just a thin sheet covering all that is left of me. He was a bit brutal. And I could have done without..
Left Hook

Left Hook

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Left Hook I can sit here for days, tapping my foot to the music pouring from the radio. Fix my hair, paint my nails, and freshen my makeu..
24 Hour Chip

24 Hour Chip

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


24 Hour Chip If there were ever a time for a Miller Lite I guess it would be now, and a cigarette, and a shot of Wild Turkey. Celebrating ..
Lock and Key

Lock and Key

A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier


Lock and Key Spending all day locked up in a room, penning the last letter of the last word in the last note she’ll ever write. &ld..