asheville poetry – April Fox

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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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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October 12, 2018

Keyboard Revolution

In a month or so, we’ll all line up heel toe heel toe bootstraps high and tight against our shins so as not to betray the fact that we are privileged to be here; we will stack ourselves in tidy rows and parcel out our tiny pencils we will color in the circles very carefully…

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December 30, 2017

2017: Depression Ate My Brain

I wish the years were neatly separate, distinct like they are on paper segmented like an earthworm you can tear apart and watch the old parts writhe and bleed

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August 27, 2016

Dog Days

Maybe it’s the heat, the dog days smuggling water in through your pores and into your lungs, drowning you inside your skin forcing out your breath in labored syllables It could be the dark, creeping in an inch at a time until one day, driving home you take your eyes off of the road and…

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November 19, 2015

Refuge.

They are laughing in the sand, their high-pitched voices crossing over and under each other and up into the sky into the clouds dirty hands reaching for each other, circling around singing songs whose words we cannot recognize but the tune is universal; nursery rhymes are all the same. They are smaller than the dogs…

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November 16, 2015

The Innkeepers

The innkeepers are waiting their flags are on display: sharp-edged stars and stripes like blood and bone

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July 10, 2015

Scribble.

And in the middle of this, there are lines drawn in chewed-paper crayons and apple-red lipstick, in pencils with metal eraser bands sharpened and cruel, in the sand on the sidewalk outside a long-outgrown day care’s fenced playground with a stick, dragged behind carelessly In the cracks of the mirrors, the anger-creased palms, the wrinkles…

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