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Rats
I can see it nowthe place I’ll take my final breathunder a sky turned verdant in the shadewhere the dapple-light has long since given up its questto be the center of attention and the peep frogs are far off in the distancetime and space making their songs seemlow and mournfulin the springtime fog.I can see…
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Haunt.
Check this out:fragile little ghost, lugging around five poundsof bone and muscleskin and hair and a hundred pounds ofexhaustion, rage and thingsI wish I could forgetGot your most prized possessions right here in my hands and myboots weigh nothing, laced up tightwith crime scene tapeI’m soFuckingCute. Tiny hands let the blood run through my fingersclean…
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Old Elk Mountain
Yesterday I drove down a street I used to live onThe house I started over inis gone. No more porch that wrapped around the small interiorlike a hug,lopsided and ricketyMy kids draped themselves over the railslike old Appalachiaand called to me as I got out of the car,Mom, did you get milk? Can we get…
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Snakes
I’m almost desperate for summer.I can feel the heat creeping along my spine like it did when I was a kidtumbling along the banks of the Caloosahatchee Riverflip-flop sandals sliding sideways off my heels, hand-me-down tee shirt stretched out a little in the neckcutoff jean shorts frayed, tickling my knees pockets full of broken shells…
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Cliche
We know all the clichesabout walking through the flames,Rising from the ashes,Coming out of the dark and into the light–you don’t need me to remind you of thoseWe’ve all been there. Where it starts to make a difference is when,Having decided that you like the sound of being aloneThat your breath alone can get you…
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Impetus
All it’ll take is one, right through the left–(Shhh, can’t talk too loud about that here, can’t say too much, can’t feel too muchNot supposed to blame, you know Even though -Even though.)We all know. Sound like a balloon popping, noise like nothing being freed from its container Smell like an open grave, a sewer…
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October
There are spaces in the middlewhere the lines between then and noware blurredand the time before is castin vivid technicolormuch too bright for the realitythat wasand flipping through the channelsof your mindyou realize that life and deathand light and darkare all subjective and the picture showthat played back thenwas farcical at best, a budget comedyyou…
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Penance
If this is penance, I will pay ita thousand times or more, and I willwrest her from your poison breastand tuck her inand tuck her inand tuck her in untilall she knows is safetyand the comfort in our arms.
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Isn’t
I guess you could say it’s allinevitablethere is one last everythingThey aren’t there, like he said, in the shadows with their creepy spyglasses andnotes about my favorite thingsThey aren’t anywhere, and if they wereI’d be blind to their existence like I waswhen he was thereinitially and now the imageis a double exposureClear and shaded in…
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Spun (for Audrey)
Way back yesterday, we spun ourselves mad in the cold old dark, searching blind for why and wondering where the sea would end wondering how you walked away and simply weren’t Way back before when we were small and looked up wistfully at the potbellies and sagging breasts that loomed like storm clouds above our…
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