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- comfort food at allpoetry
she snuck it into the house one night while he was at work,
twisted off the ribbed plastic top with trembling hands - Column: stigma at allpoetry
- los angeles (english translation) at allpoetry
I.
An angel, my Maribel, - swallowed at allpoetry
Frantic attempts to answer the
insatiable question nibbling away at us - full at allpoetry
It found me again sometimes at night,
the hum prickling just under my skin - wings at allpoetry
Tell the story again. About the boy with wax wings. - [ it's funny. ] at allpoetry
now i miss your breathing - beautiful at allpoetry
dry skin stretched across
splintered bone - Column: kindle at allpoetry
- red at allpoetry
You always wore blue and heather, / but all I remember is red. / Tinsel threaded through your hair on the 4th of July, / glinting in the hot summer sun that made / black asphalt quiver and backed the back of our - [ her footsteps knock on hollow, slanting floor. ] at allpoetry
see this is what we are now.
