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  The Observation

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  I. Lean and lanky she lays down with ease beside him. They both converse in small talk, mumbles, nothingness. He asks her when did it become so hard. As if hard meant that love didn't exist, that the emptiness of the house is unbearable, that there is no way she can sc...
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  Nature Girl

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  i used to dream of a life where flowers would bloom from my touch and curiously wrap themselves around my wrists watching, taking notes of my seasons. because my March winds could blow the instance it became August if i wanted. and sometimes my tomorrows had no sunsets and the g...
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  I am...

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  I am the persistent flow of looped handwriting scrawled on the stark bleachers. small but visible quiet and tame traced, formed, frayed into the ambiguous crowd of others. sat on and smoothed by the onlookers, shepherds, and social. but decisive and strong when c...
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  the moon and coma patients

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  [no, not this time…] i can't feel the pitter-patter of our beats. heartbeats. 1, 2, 3 [there we go] i see your confusion. how did we end up facing each other like this? no, not in a car wreck or in an accidental slip. just a careless fall that set you under my view. ...
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  fingertips

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  i want to grow fingertips. fingertips that can caress the edge of your jaw without trying to clench your esophagus and block your airway 'till you have no more oxygen left in your blue veins. i want fingertips that can gently ease you up and over the moon as you wish to be among the...
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  did Lois really love Superman?

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  it's too bad if She did imagine girls swooning over an idolized character when you're the only one who knows that that's not who He really is. not ever close. and you know His favorite color is blue. the blue infused with the morning mountain air is too pale t...
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  Searching for Bamboo

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  to open up my conscience i don’t take yoga classes, i don’t listen to classical in the morning, i don’t light candles and hum the silent sound of silence. it’s hard. it’s harder to find ways to open my mind than it is to find a panda bear searching for bamboo. even a French exp...
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  Upside down Underworld

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Long ago we pretended like we could live underwater. We’d come up when our lungs burned and nothing but your grandmother’s tea could soothe them. We found a dead fish on the shore of the lake one day. It was infested with flies. You told me that when something dies the world turns upside d...
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  Wet Socks do not Make Children Happy

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  I wasn’t given a pass into Never Never land, I just found myself wondering through it. You know, you wouldn’t understand. Not enough magic left in your ward for silly little games and an imagination. And as I danced with the Bears and had tea with the Mad Hatter, I saw ...
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  wasted connections

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  as we go on learning to recognize the signs of love, we get tangled in the silence of the leaves the pier of tomorrow’s loneliness and the ink of tailfeathers painted on your arms. because no matter how many times I trace the pattern or we walk the empty dock I can’t bring myself t...
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  Reckless War

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  We can’t depend on the Tibetan magic. However, the blooming of fingers gives you an idea. Always a hand to grab onto. Imagine a palm turned face up in a field of timid mice that scamper in circles because they’ve seen the same hand fifthteen times. But the music of the ...
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  Satan in Love (With an Angel)

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  As if the fires of hell weren't hot enough, he turns the dial farther. Seeking to impress her, they might say. He hears her heavy heart beating Imagines her golden hair flowing She would break all the rules for him. She'd sit on a melted coal and giggle as he'd carefully pull he...
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  You can’t sing a love song in English

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  While you would sing Spanish love songs: I’d drift inandout of conscience I never told you that your lullaby’s put me to sleep. I was afraid that you’d stop playing them. People always want what they can’t have. I asked you if you knew any English love songs. You told me...
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  Zeus, Free Tickets, and Flamingos

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Withered with time Calloused, dry Caressing a newfound lover Heaven: cotton candy flavored clouds, sunset kissing the sea, endless ride on the carousel Stop and look at me Why so many stored behind your back? There’s a carousel over there Can I ride? Dark, demeaning eyes tell me...
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  Before the Memories

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  III. I never saw anyone say so much about china when they slept. But there you were with your mouth slightly open mumbling something about Wan-Li Quang-Qeng. II. The first time I kissed you, you jumped onto the park bench and hollered like a gorilla and said it was because you felt an ...
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  Brightened Day

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Glitter falls from the north. Loosened from the hands of a child. Collapsing onto stained marbleized flooring. Creating a bigger picture than you and me. Bigger than oblivion. That’s what a spec can do. A shiny spec. “Do you think they’ll still accept it?” “If they don’t you k...
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  Mother Earth

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  If mother earth were a child. I don't think she'd care for every flower....
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  Oneiric

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Copper is the mask passed around by too many wine-filled masqueraders. Because his voice shines above them all, spring air is tossed into the salad dish, the wine bowl, the midnight glow of the candlestick. He is passed around by too many women, his suit no longer pure white b...
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  Untitled

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  I used to walk the railroad tracks in the rain. I wouldn’t stop until the rain stopped. Sometimes you’d have to come get me And the rain would triple in power when you carried me back: it was crying for me I would get sick. You would whistle in my ears and rub my crac...
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  Untitled

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Part of why we’ve come back here Is to see the planted carnations In the front of your yard. Their lips disagree on colors. White to pink to red to white. Ever so confusing. Like a fishermen and His catch of the day. Trout to salmon to lobster to trout. Ever so confusing… You sit kn...
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  Oil Painting with Anger

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  She can’t balance a fruit, Upon her head, Nor a monkey But why does she try? She’s weeping tears cool as metal, deprived of her anger towards him. When the smoke from her eyes Does clear. She stains her hand with oil And slams it upon a Blank canvas ...
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  Untitled

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Murmur into my ear The sweet hum Of the humming bird. Paint me a picture With golden blood, Strong as Hercules. Sing me the lines of Unrehearsed mumble In your dark, dank Basement. Show me the almost That you could have Loved. Direct me left D...
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  Mathematics Man

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Years from now the square root of things won’t matter. And the tomorrows of back then won’t be multiplied. From now on the strike of the sun has been doubled. We were never ready for this. Who would have guessed that our minds would crumble under such great force that your mother woul...
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  Untitled

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  Lavender figure dance for me. You’d never guess she’d have This awful darkness disease. Little girl lavender’s heart moves in the rhythm of hoof beats. She’s turning She’s spinning She’s twirling Her lavender dress. I, the ribbon of darkness, is smiling at little lavend...
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  I believe in reincarnation.

  

  By Wishing2much, Opelousas, LA

  One. My friend told me that I haven’t lived very many lives. I doubt that. One ½. To be precise I think I have lived a total of five lives. One ¾. My first life, Was in the arms of Zeus. One of his several girlfriends That he hid from his wife....