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    somewhere a maid picks up the street where the stop sign starts and shakes it out like a rug. quarters fall on the cul-de-sac kids who have cheeto residue sadness after just watching celebrity ghosts walk down the vegetable garden, foil paparazzi pinwheels flash and take photographs of n...
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    as a kindergartner, i didn't see a man on the arts-and-crafts table. i didn't see him covered in a white sheet, excluding the face, which at the time was being stuffed with bent pipe cleaners to shape his cheekbones before the skin was pulled tight over. nine years later, i didn't hear a...
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    a coin threw me into a well once and down there for days i said "colors are overrated, anyway," overandoverand i turned whirlpools with fingertips, pale as cave fish, my icy eyelashes kissing each other. but when lassie pulled me out by my collar and dragged me to the weeds, ...
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    dead mirrors become photographs. you thought you were safe biting your lip, opening up your legs like a baby chicken learning to walk. your breath fogs up the glass as you speak words you never learned in church, you listened to the preacher with a thump thump thump in your make-boys-want-to-...
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    with her from the damp dark of the street drain i watched the goosestepping boot soles hail the grate. the shadows dribbled across my face like my stuttering tongue down your navel, like my stuttering hand down the fence. her eyes widened, her lily pad irises vibrated with the heartbeats o...
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    she swooshy swooshied past i wanted in her blouse's pattern, a video game where i can bunny hop from polka dot to polka dot....
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    i'm tired as mirages scratch up roof shingles like dandruff flakes. sleepy sleepy feet cross over sidewalk stars, the mountain-sky-touch the corners kind of sidewalk stars and maybe, maybe that's what stars look like in space when their light has been unplugged, the terse OPEN at the ...
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    a friend who wasn't my friend before is sick sick sick sick. the cells are greedy, growing like african kings: "eat the tree bark, lick the cool wall." and i can't feel bad about myself anymore. she's going to be fragile. she's going to lose her hair, but fir...
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    carnival smells diddle the air like lesbian lovers: behind a rock behind a hill locked in a bedroom posed on the porch swing. giggle giggle giggle giggle. children swim in dust, kicking up sand and sticky with crystallized sugar, popsicle syrup dripping slow stalactites. a pregnant ...
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    fog a mossy marinade outside a yawning doorway. spring fever's belly fires glow like candles inside jelly jars and mine only burns brighter when i relax inside the bathtub swamp. "eloquent" slithers from virgins, pinned up in their lace dressy-thi...
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    a halfway-decomposed turtle hums drearily in sleep below breasts of sagging milkweed pods. my toe forms a pocket in a stream and i am reminded how daringly, each passing year, i risk not dying in the spring. how gluttonous i can be....
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    i miss how people i love used to laugh with their lower eyelids overlapping their irises like a sunrise below a hill. but now they laugh like they're contemplating the physics of their heaving diaphragm, as perhaps it is an evolutionary survival mechanism for forgetting to breathe when ...
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    good morning. a slaughtered wine bottle relaxes in the sink's dishsoap sauna, shared with a knit rag and last night's tv dinner styrofoam. you take pride in that you have never left the faucet running like your mother sometimes did. you abandon this still life for other o...
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    i am comforted by the dawn-yellow tint of my grandmother's walls that wrap around me like a bathrobe. inside her kitchen there are paintings of apples and cowgirls, and cigarette smoke that binds us together. she casually tosses a shrieking newspaper on the table and i look at it, di...
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    we've been battered by the tide of the second hand for much too long so we allow ourselves to wash up between the 2 and the 3 and then dive into the dials and pendulums for a cigarette break, to sigh relief from the fascism and bust a laugh or two about time's horse-fac...
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    i wait for the day i can untie this corset of a rib cage and dance without this body like spirits climbing out from the windows of a photo album...
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    I rediscovered Eden And pronounced myself as queen When I escaped the huddled crowds Of Sunday School one evening. In a place below my shower drain Above the center of the world, Where rainbows drip onto the swans That bathe in crystal pools. It's a place all my own, nobody but me But ...

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