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    my mouth has been clumsy since it kissed you, that time you bit my lip until i tasted blood. and my tongue was confused-- unable to 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 nothingness wi...
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    staggering around the pages of a dictionary, i am drunk on poetry. i faint somewhere between Premonitory and Premonition. i do not know what either of those words mean, but i write them regardless. i spill sentences onto the page, intertwine my fingers with alliteration and metaphor, s...
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    she crosses her hands over her swollen stomach. she says she is growing blessings inside of herself. alone in her bedroom she sits, silent as a stone. the solitude is palpable; it thrums with her heart: -- nobody loves you. -- nobody cares. -- you are nothing. she refers to herself as ...
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    new york city is home for the anonymous ones- faceless beings stumbling through the haze of the air pollution. they are all one mass of human one lump of being a gooey puddle of love and hate and will and apathy and carelessness and curly hair. they are all crowded subway and blac...
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    new york city is empty for the solitary the flashing lights dim the busy street with the racing cars feels to them like arms of a lover to jump into...
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    there is a mother, somewhere. her belly is swollen with promise of button noses and child’s laughter. soon after, there are boys laying dead on concrete left to rot in the road; food for the maggots. they are not given burial. see, it is rumored that not even god wants these chil...
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    sometimes, the apology that i never gave to you paws at my lower lip, trying to get past the iron gates of my teeth. no, i tell it. stay still. it is quiet, then, for a while, but it soon rears its head and pummels its fists into my tongue, trying to expunge the words held tightly by m...
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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 its stink onto the linoleum floor. they say a black soul can onl...
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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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