nc poetry – April Fox

November 23, 2023

Silent Night

’twas the night before-and the gun shotsin the classroomswhere we once thoughtthey were safe therein their desk chairsand the pop testsand the noon restsand the roll calland the dead falland the alphabeton the blackboardthe NRA vile overlordssay take this gunfire awayhave fun thenwalk awaythe fluorescent lightsshine all nightin the silent hellwhere they all felland all…

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November 27, 2021

Life Boat Blues

but the truth is, when it’s been a life of synapse hating synapse and of fighting every day to keep myself and stay alive, I don’t have time for mindless reading I’m so sorry I don’t care.

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November 7, 2021

Insomniac Storm Warning

I’m too old and cold and tired to have time to imagine things like fate and deities and predetermination; karma is privilege of the good, and the universe is just a mass of angry gas

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August 3, 2020

Ain’t so Real

(They tell us) Real women have cuuuurrrrrrrvesssss -Gotta draw that out real slow, let the word trace along the edge of the Fat thighs, round hips, breasts like balloons every little boy want to die in Real women look after themselves, legs like stilts that hold up the pedestal balanced there, low flat belly, chest…

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October 17, 2018

Again.

In the middle of the night he is lit from behind, the glow of the hall light shining through his skin and I want to ask him all the things that end in Yes, the things that someone else with better words and softer, paler edges could spin into the silk of romance and something…

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October 13, 2018

Shot Gun.

This is where they’ll find you tattered and sore what did you think would happen when you opened (your mouth your eyes) your legs? This is where they’ll find you, painted on smile, don’t open your mouth (your eyes your legs) he’s always been a good boy I heard he had a perfect credit score.…

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March 24, 2018

March.

First storm of the season rolling in I should have know that it was coming. Dragging in on the tails of the snow that fought the rain this morning, it demands to be acknowledged as the rightful owner of the season. The echoes shake the mountains, thunder bouncing off the land and back again and…

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November 15, 2017

Losing October

In my nightmares there is metal everywhere. The little one is hungry, two-dimensional I’m not sure if he’s real or a creation of my imagination and the wires the image projected flat onto the glass — The eyes are still the same. When he was broken, once I carried him and had him cast. I…

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March 28, 2017

Periwinkle Blue at 42

This is the age when I’m supposed to embrace myself, to wrap my loving arms around my ego and my thighs and to denounce the false ideals forced upon me by plastic fashion dolls and runway models built like I used to be, flat-assed, long-legged, stick limbs and a marked lack of cleavage, false women…

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March 15, 2017

Domestic(ate).

Don’t leave that there for me to find. I’ll never see it, hiding among the dirty dishes and the piles of laundry dumped out and waiting to be folded (worn dumped washed dried dumped repeat) and the half-empty ketchup bottle on the counter with the coffee filters the Pine-Sol stench and the blue toilet water…

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