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    There, I see it- Hanging ripe and lurid as a tongue, Just above my fingertips. I want it. All my nerves breathe with indecision, “Don’t take it.” “Take it.” My hair is a waterfall across the planes of my back, The man in the moon kissing faultlines down my skin, I sing to th...
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    I have never been a fan of love poems. What could be more boring than two people who feel the same way about each other? It has never made much sense to me. But then I remember watching the screen turn silver, as a tomorrow that was never spliced from the night before came pouring t...
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    When I wake up I often can't tell you for my life what was a dream and what was not, it is one of my quirks. Because I'm crazy. Or special which, you know, is what they call the brownies and the kids who get pushed around the hallways in restraining chairs, the ones oblivious t...
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    I am not afraid of many things- I have built my own parachute and I have stepped barefoot on a crocodile's nose, but I have always been wary of my own boredom. My habit of blowing with the wind like a paper kite has made me learn to let go of many things; I am not so good at holdi...
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    When the rain came at last, I was mooring fleets of paper boats in the nameless creek that was so clear that my shadow sunk right to the bottom, where she rippled at me when the cherry blossoms carried by the creek passed through her like a sigh. I am not afraid of thunderstorms. Come,...
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    The first time we made love, it was on a fake bearskin rug beneath the stars. You kissed a burning fault line down my stomach, and then you kept going down to where my mama told me was only a place for the doctors and for God. When you kissed me afterwards, I was surprised to learn ...
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    last night I had tea with the man in the moon and let him weave his ribbons in my hair with fingers wrinkled like old apricots soft from years reflecting back the sea. He sighed and his breath cracked like a plate, and then he told me I am too old now to pretend I am a grownup just for ...
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    There are two matching red plaid dish towels, one in the cupboard with the good china in my mother's kitchen, and the other hanging on the stove in my father's. I sometimes wonder if they miss each other, the matching set torn from their pair and the end of a marriage, and then I think ...
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    Yesterday I biked barefoot to your house, face pink and eyes on fire, and begged you to run away with me. We must go now, I said. My daddy will be here soon, I said. You shook your head so slowly that I hoped I was mistaken. I will never forgive y...
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    My poetry is rarely honest, but all the feelings that hide among my words like dandelions in the garden are as real and raw as mother's milk, and that is the way that it has always been. He did not inspire poetry in me. But even those who did inspired ...
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    Unworthy: it is the word that spread like sour milk across my tongue, the word I felt seep through my skin, my blood- and then twisting in the hollows of my bones as we lay; my face traced by the grace lent by the man in the moon. You held me like a china doll, your eyes bright like the...
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    This morning I woke up and padded naked-footed to the kitchen, and saw that last night's storm had slid the pots and pans from off the wall. My mother was still there, apron stained with tears free-falling into the garbage disposal as she washed the dinner things, bruise bracelets of ...
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    Out the open window, the December sky is black as a charred log, the moon a silver ax wedged deep in its side. I lay on the floor by the three-legged stool, tights rucked around my ankles, my skirt hiked and wrinkled. I watch planes the size of silverware take wing, I block one out w...
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    While we lay among the the cornflowers and Creeping Charlie in the yard, the backs of our closed eyes painted red with sun, your living body is proof of my living body. I peek between my lashes while you doze, and search for the Poetry; I have never quite understood where it comes from...
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    There was a time I used to walk down your street with naked feet counting my steps in each cement square avoiding beached worms shipwrecked along the pavement from the rain the night before; I picked dandelions for you as I went. And you were there- leaning over the fire escape railing ...
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    Watch me pull my tricks up on this stage, come watch The Magician- the Lady King of illusions. I pull ribbons from my eyes, I cut myself in half, I can make wine pour from my ears and find jewels in the backs of lion's throats with my bare hands; my spine is flexible as an archer&#...
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    Left alone, closed in the great brick belly of the house, I walk around turning out the lights; I quench the windows, making the house blink at the street. Noises fill up the empty space like saltwater inhaled through my nose, penetrating, suffocating sounds- the radiator must be full of...
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    When I was small I sat by the sand lot and watched the boys play, my fingers coiled through the chain link fence. I would squint at the burnt sky, and my dusty legs were always scraped at the knee. Little boys with backwards caps, they said I was bad at ball because I was a girl; but in ...
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    I came in to find you laying on the carpet, belly down, bent like a stovepipe and divided into parts- a mixed up puzzle of a map. I sank to my knees to gather up your pieces, I cupped them in my palms and tried to make them fit together, but you were spent. I went to the bathroom to w...
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    The day I lost you to the ocean we were sitting, working our feet in the soft mud for the pleasure of it, building drip-castles along the water's edge. You would not sit still long enough for me to rub the sunscreen into your butter-brown shoulders; they were still white and slick as...
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    Come, sit cross-legged by me on the floor, let's watch the show. I can feel the bass dancing in my hollow chest, in the wood under my palms, in your knee touching mine. It pulls at the ends of my hair and buckles inside my very bones, which quake like flower's stems and bend t...
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    Sun draped across her legs crossed beneath her like folded wings, The Carnivore watches. Satan said, 'stay naked as you came,' so here she sat, white as mushroom, raw as shrimp. She leans, a sifted sack of flour, against her wall; love rising within her like a cloud of mosquito...
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    My friend, I am not I, nor is my heart now my heart. My dear, you are not you, and your house not your house. For we, we do not share, we must keep to ourselves. Oh; how I long for nights of basil, nights of sleeping open-doored, nights of rooftop sitting with bare feet, of a tom...
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    I forgot to knock and just walked in and saw your heart was on the floor naked as could be so I blushed and went to shut the door again but you stopped it with your foot and asked me if we had met before, and if it was me that you had seen dancing in that hurricane last night the one that s...
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    Here I am, caught cutting up my palms on broken plates, palms that banged on pots with wooden spoons palms that I kept warm in your pockets when I had no gloves. Here I am, sitting once more at the edge of the earth legs dangling over the side, legs that danced on stage before they broke...

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