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    the wind rushes like some strange new emotion and i awake, arms falling into the dark water, fair little pond. me, palpable, the lone feather drifting among the clovers....
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    i feel you as a shadow, a weight, a warmth and a sigh, like the way the trees bend before the stars, steady beside me yet quiet. you taste like early june in the blithering snow, the praying springtime with her teabag knees before the cutting wind. little doe, lone cloud flap...
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    persimmon heart, unfurling flower, oceans of flesh and rivers of hot blood. your hands shake, little blossoms, palms out and heavy with olives. hair curling at your neck, bees humming in your shoes, arms blooming and burning. quick - look - and gasp - suddenly i am cold,...
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    night, flowing skin, pluck me from cotton beds beneath your wings, cherry eyes popping, gently guide me toward the moon again. i lost her last night and i rained as the sky rained. i am the fervid wind, the stillness of trees after sunset, the small grass that still stretches....
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    i speak paisley when my soul feels sick, but i taste lavender when i think of god and that helps the queasiness, wraps it up warm and tight and sends it on its way. i feel words the way that a lover feels her unrequited half - desperately, fleetingly, longingly. love tastes like...
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    “the moon blooms within me, sending birds on their way like the marigolds, little ponds, softer than the pull of dead weeds. me, a dog, a flapping fish, the sea that kisses the hulls until her lips bleed with salt water. i am the ending that almost was, the way the sky sighs...
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    mother, gentle acceleration, eyes hovering above the dashboard and stringing pearls across the road. your papyrus skin, folds of cream settling, soles grasping the brakes. i carry milk teeth from my mother, apples of her cheeks the shade of my favorite pencil, a warm, green wood...
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    vertebrae, delicate tongue, lips puckered, small but not little. winter is haughty and proud and male, and his teeth are pinpricks that dig into me, into my spine of down. i am a building on three legs, a wobbly, tiny chair, the upset dark that misses the day. the sky is warm today b...
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    inbred storm, mother of the waves and the owlish night that blinks at me, fill me up inside, piece by piece, grain after grain. feed me reeds that boast of the finest starstuff, milk and apples crisped by summer nights and the raw autumn's throat. we are cars folding ont...
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    My eyes are swimming in darkness, the softness of May in the warm, gentle earth. The wind sings the eulogy of who knows what, bodies plucked wriggling from makeshift homes. My mind and body ache separately, one of weakness and the other of monotony. I pitch a tent among the moonwin...
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    I look at you, dog-eared and battered and loved, wholly and sweetly. Family names litter the street, zipper repairs and pizza shops and a name that sounded like Warsaw that I can no longer recall. My greatest pain is to know that I no longer physically exist here, in the land of accordio...
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    I wake up tasting like eggs and melancholy, teeth like baby corn - tiny, soft and young and just a little bit sad. I am at the edge of some great foretelling, the omnipotence of roses, like the way I hope the light hits me when I die - blooming and fresh and sweet. I am the wind, the ...
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    let me sigh, softly, just this once. in my dreams, the blood washes from my hands and from my soul, and i am clean. my eyes are fresh and clear and blooming, and the light is my mantra. i bury my voice until leaves begin to sprout from its corpse, wholesome and new. the chords of m...
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    If you are the one to bury me, if I am so lucky as to spend my last moments knowing your heart is the one still trailing Earth's quiet curvature, bury me as you have done everything else for me, gently and sweetly. I don't want to be a cloud of barren dust falling to r...
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    Don’t gaze at me, little flower - your sticky fingers taste of the sweetest auburn, and no less - your head hangs heavily on demure shoulders, tiny feelers weaving through gauzy summer nights, sweating softly in the dark - steady yourself, close your silken eyes, the upset ...
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    Today I feel the cold and it feels me too. We are equals today, battering rams on sweet maple floorboards, eggshells tiptoeing out of sight. We are robin pecked, lissome fields of wheat loosely dressed in the sun’s afterthoughts. Little bees, crawling clumsily over the ch...
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    You look across the table, and it stares blankly back at you. You’re the itchy-eye sort of tired today. You belong in the potholes, the stomachache step down. Your words taste like beguilement, rosy and soft. Your voice inflects seamlessly, lilting in the heavy air. The empty space ...
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    The night is clear and the moon has a lot to say tonight. The stars, in their incandescent chatter, turn softly in the dark water, arms reaching for each other. My fingers reach for the palm fronds, watch their backs arch in the tangerine dawn. My world of dreams - cradled in ...
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    My hands hold the freshness of a cool June morning, dripping in citrus and curling in on themselves like nimble butterflies, skirting edges and questions and every tongue of fear. Little fledgling, tiny bean sprout in the warm ground, eyes retorting the wan and the quiet and the weary...
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    My eyes, resting upon you in virginal newness, beheld nuptial vigor in its entirety. You were just a flash across quiet Earth, burning too brightly for passersby to stare and too quickly for my eyes to feast their fill. You rose, heavenly messengers bidding your voice, blooming to ...
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    There are stirrings between the Earth and I. They are warm breath and milk teeth and stanzas of quiet song, the warm rustlings of birds. My heart, pearl strung beauty, knocks her feet against the ceiling, tumbling clumsily into emptiness. She nestles herself into a box with just on...
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    Your hands, cups of the softest ocher, blooming freely through ribbons of fresh light, hugging grassy knolls that girdle your moving mouth. Little feet, cherry steps popping in shades of sweet magnolia, leaps of the springtime brain that are sharp and stimulating and hungry. ...
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    When the dawn cries she draws her knees together, hips brushing undressed trees and cat eye ponds. She is the martyr, the dog-eared fold of flesh, the flashing distress - drowning in steel puddles. When the day begins to break, her knuckles are the first to go, no longer able to stret...
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    My mouth brims with tepid water and my eyes burn with rock salt; burgeoning halogen, electron hormones lilting in effervescent stews, outstretched hands subliming with relief at the alkali coldness. Adolescent fingers curling, leafy branches gazing toward the stratosphere, the...
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    Sunshine, velvet sepulcher, sweating into brick, into cracked teeth and ragged bones and the desperate hotness of aggravation. Holy fire, knife in hand, drawing through simple skin, through tiny melon flesh, through the minute hand snow that undulates in its wool tasting broth. The...

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