April Fox

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October 20, 2015

After Life

Someday, it will be the end. It will be over and if you believe in Heaven, I will rip you from your mother’s warm embrace pull out the thick umbilicus and strangle you with the only thing you ever truly wanted watch you fight the blackness that creeps into your eyes, bursts of light, the…

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September 11, 2015

Pillbug

“I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts into his megaphone, short fat body like a pillbug all rolled up and just as smart words like stagnant water, they have no substance no ability to hurt or to wash anything away “I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts garbled speech…

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September 6, 2015

Vintage Christmas

I have paid a thousand hours penance for her spun silk hair and faded blue eyes sliced my voice on the shattered glass of fragile Christmas bulbs golden stars and sparkling orbs, blue and red and green and touched with glitter in the center of something plastic, the holy parents pray over the lifeless molded…

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August 8, 2015

Prom Queen [Not Autobiographical]

I never could have been the prom queen, perfect hair and teeth and nails, smiling sweetly for the cameras humble under my sash and crown and waiting for the crowd to blink and offer up the chance to pull the flask out from between my legs beneath the satin curtain of my dress. I was…

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July 10, 2015

Toll Bridge

I think you might have dropped this here. I think you might have left these things behind, stuck to the bottom of your shoe and fallen off, or caught on a tiny piece of lint inside your pocket, and let go when you took a dollar out to pay the toll. I think you might…

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May 24, 2015

Blackberry Winter

Blackberry winter, they call it riding in on the backs of the long, hot days of early summer creeping up your arms and legs like ticks to suck the life from you and the breeze is a violent embrace, and the moon is pale and thin and the light from the stars is always an…

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May 14, 2015

Old Women

They are relics now, standing side by side in crumpled parchment skin, flesh-colored stockings, sleeves and masks left too long in the fold pile slightly damp and scented of lavender, sunshine and mildew…

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April 28, 2015

Mother Whore and the Monsters on the Hill

…they are children playing dress-up in the whore mother’s clothes. Dirt track spreads her legs and welcomes everybody in, tries to make her face a little prettier…

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April 17, 2015

Waiting

Old friend, long lost left behind All the ugly things you never wanted are right here, in the palm of my hand waiting to be given back to you.

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April 15, 2015

Watching the Sheep

I asked him, where are the bullets kept? all dolled up in my Sunday best bedroom shoes and a battered old nightshirt He looked at me, puzzled they’d be in the bedside table, I guess if we kept bullets, or a gun in the house. So I went about my daily life painted my nails…

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