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its been years / since i’ve visited / your small grave / in that time / i’ve been a bad buddhist / filled with expectation / and things such as / reason and rage / like the time - rice at allpoetry
poa is chopping onions / as green as her hands are / white and impatient of / slow knuckles, / aspirins and me / her hair is flat like flappers / with a face born in war / and gra - 01.12.07 at allpoetry
it passed / from love to lines / from she to thing / her proper pronoun / reduced to a / was / with wax eyes / and rubber nose / i / know / a stor - paula cole at allpoetry
the day mom died / a tiger jumped out of / paula cole's mouth / and i was no longer in / bethlehem or the girl / i used to / be / and i was left spread leg / and only a middle name - insomnia at allpoetry
i experienced a skinny loneliness / possessed by a pillow / that spoke whitely about / this and him / that and them / and how the girl accounts / had run low, / about the cleverne - the romance of red dust at allpoetry
beneath the blue sheets / i turned / my back against air / and nothing / in the fridge / in the gas tank / in the moment / he stopped / talking / as if i were a / - 2 a.m. at allpoetry
2 a.m. / and again i am thinking / about how much you loved / pie / & / sinking / it is a bit / grainy / how you built / barns from burrows / and dug as if we had / the - blue at allpoetry
never seen blue / like the blue / on her / face / strong as / children chalk / it smeared / into a smile / of vast / accomplishment / a distinct smugness / that m - 10 minute holocaust at allpoetry
he finds life like a fox / speaking in a penny voice / he is both poor and pouring / out the hard rocks of luck / fuck / while his grandma - fishies at allpoetry
she is tall and bleeding / the church inside her / closed for repairs and dares / of fifteen year olds who / steals her frozen bells; / she is looking for the / shiny / & / t - pitch at allpoetry
/ / / / / / / i am upset as a womb / at the darkness of her face / it pushes / like a small monster / against the liver / the bladder / and the last selfish / scrape / / this cannot ext - serenity at allpoetry
/ / / / / / nothing / i want / nothing / / / he says this like a real man / someone who holds / firs in his iris / and strides along the burned lands / on lake legs that tick off the mil - Love Without Sex at allpoetry
/ / / / / we stood on history, barren of g-strings and little figs / obsessed with nursing our days and making flights / with our hands and never the hips / it says so much that touch was lost in the tran - the genesis of exodus at allpoetry
/ / / / / / / this crawls like a methodist man / like a package of bits and bitch-slaps / and it would’ve been a road of coronas / callused in something softer than sand - salt doll at allpoetry
you craved the ground
carved in sorbitol clods
