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Half-assed Elegy
Shy at first, (the way you are when you begin to realize that your invisible friends and Santa Claus aren’t real but you make your lists and set out extra teacups anyway) I was hesitant to speak mumbled out into the dark and empty room the echo I imagined shut me up and turned to…
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Wreck.
This is the part, tiny little nothing man where you reach down inside where everything good festers and dies, pull out your misery and strangle yourself with your own fetid tongue. Street whore cries injustice, plastic face melting off under the acid of her manufactured tears knees bruised and bloody from too long at his…
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Remembering Dot, Again and Always
Days like this I remember letters in tiny boxes careful pen strokes never crossing the lines Fat red apple jar filled with chocolate sandwich cookies The light on the back porch sun breathing its life into us I was so much older than she, sometimes still the infant on her lap She made me laugh,…
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Burial
I’ve held in my hands a thousand pretty deities and all the ugly ones Turned them over, inspected them for authenticity crushed their life out, saved my breath for my own resuscitation Buried them under mounds of ash from old deposit slips and torn-off clothing (the buttons, when they burn are worn out tires) and…
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Watch.
You gather deaths collect them, fragile things put on display for all the world behind sheltered, break-resistant glass –see how big my compassion is? my heart is broken, so sad– little heroes, dripping acid tears on the linoleum eating through to the dungeon below. Your sorrow smells of mothballs and camphor and uncooked meat left…
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October 31 1991
The next day you could see where she had come out of herself dark against the black asphalt. I saw her sometimes, behind sleeping eyes dark curls bouncing head thrown back laughing whole with all of her blood inside of her. I saw him too, crouched down, cowering, shivering blade held high and with all…
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