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    the ocean speaks seldom of its strength it describes itself instead as blue, as large, simple. it tells not of the men who drowned in its vigor but rather of the children splashing on its shores giggling. be humble, my child. be still. speak not of your strength, do not let them k...
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    look, mama! i’m writing! a poem, mama! aren’t you proud of me? mama, why do you look at me like this? mama, aren’t you proud of me? you are looking at me like I am chewing gum suck on the bottom of your new shoes but mama, aren’t you proud of me? i want you to ...
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    the night we met i told you “there is Aushwitz inside my ribcage Bergen Beslen curled up inside my lungs.”?i told you that I was made of death. you smiled crookedly crooned “nonsense” into the hollow behind my collarbone. (the flesh there had been eaten by ghosts.)...
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    a healthy soul fits on my palm is light springs back when I probe it with my fingernails. your soul is black. necrotic tissue surrounds it, when I hold it, it oozes down between my fingers and drops it’s stink onto the linoleum floor. they say a black soul can only come abou...
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    my neurons jump at the scent of the cologne you wore the first night you said you loved me. i guess you don't anymore. maybe – you never did. but my skin moans for your finger pads pressed into the hollow behind my collarbone. my knuckles tell me at nighttime, in stifled whispe...
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    why is it that in the face of the gaping chasm end of the tunnel open-casket burial wooden-cross crucifixion in the face of the death that awaits us all I grapple? why am I sitting in wooden chairs straight back smiling lips vying to control the void, to get an upper hand in the ...
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    the doctor’s hands tremble like the souls he carries in his wrinkled palms like his own soul: panting, tired. he is weary. ghosts are clinging to his knees whispering in his ear trying to extinguish his spark, pull his head below water. he is gasping. but, he is smiling he i...
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    you can have a little girl engulf her in love let it crest over her push her to the bottom until she asphyxiates. do not whisper goodbye....
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    my mouth has been clumsy since it kissed you, because you bit my lip until i tasted blood- and my tongue was confused-- could not keep a rhythm, it slipped and slid around. my tongue said, i love you. i’m not sure what i expected, but it was not this, this empty nothing with y...
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    i dance i spin i twirl around around around they clap and i disappear...
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    my friend cries over two pieces of cake i remember, vaguely a poem where the writer said cake was a celebration i want to celebrate with her but she is curling into herself and heaving happiness into the toilet....
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    we are told to define who we are to show that we stand out- we are told to shine. here is who i am. i am a mirage. i am a shape-shifter magician a Harry Houdini a who will i be today? i am red and blue and green and all of the colors of the rainbow. i am a c...
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    i have scars. like a history textbook, like the teacher droning on, on, on. like a fire alarm piercing the classroom, making small children jump up in their seats. my scars are a map, street signs pointing down towards my hips where your hands once held me. my scars poin...
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    i am watching little boys and little girls in suits and heels and pearls. they are playing grown-up. they are living our old lives, they are living hand-me-downs. they are composed of butterflies in stomachs and sweaty palms they are churning anticipation and fear and e...
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    once, i wrote a poem about myself and i called it “chameleon” that sounds about right- change color. blend in. closed doors, iron fists. show nothing. my armor is a wall of different hats i can put on. costumes, attached to personalities. and you- your laughter, yo...
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    they kept saying it was selfish. i said maybe he just didn’t want it to hurt anymore. maybe he just wanted for the pain to subside like how the ocean pulls away from the beach. but he knows even as he watches the water leave it will return with a vengeance. that he w...
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    i am okay. i am. i am dancing and writing and wearing boots when it snows. i am laughing. i am okay. i am. i am okay, until i am not. i am laughing until i am not. suddenly i am spinning spinning spinning i am screaming and breaking. i am falling do...
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    once upon a time is a phrase bending under the weight of its promise. land far far away and magical creatures and a world where food always trumps evil. in the end, we all discover this: fantasy is rich with lies. and it is a realization as empty as the slamming shut of the l...
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    this poem is untitled because i could not think of a word that captures the way your smile lights me up, or how your hips sway when you dance....
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    your words fly though the air and they nest in my mouth like spiderwebs i chew them up spit them out staining your shoes with their acid i gag, retch vomit, shake. i swallow them down, chased by a fifth of whiskey, tasting of regret and shame. they contort in my stomach sc...
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    the champagne unravelled her tongue the words flowed unabridged dancing the air- the music made them weightless. he caught them in his mouth, he gagged, stumbled, fell, he ran....
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    baby girl- you owe nobody anything and when the boys touch your leg and tell you they love you, you have every right in the world to walk the other way. baby girl- you can break all of the hearts in the world stop on them in your pink high-heeled pointed-toed shoes and...
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    my mother looks at me and says in a voice hard at the edges: you don’t look sick. i smile. i guess i should be grateful that I do not have the sunken cheeks and the chapped lips and the grey pallor associated with the sick-dying-dead but I cannot muster the energy to be ...
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    the definition of facade, according to dictionary.com a superficial appearance or illusion of something alternate definition: me. myself. my whole life. i have personalities hanging from hooks in my closet my laugh bubbles loudly to my lips, unabridged, unquestioned- my words ...
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    i went to a memory competition and they told us that our brains are what make us human make us compassionate better- so we take tests and we get trophies and we smile and shake hands and laugh and we finish and we go home and turn on the tv and we listen as people drop drone bom...

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