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the phantoms grasp

when i gaze long enough into these melting sidewalks i can see myself as i was before; before i knew anesthesia, before i knew platforms, before i knew the ocean and where looks could take me. i was mislead and … Continue reading

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Grated Slate; Cocaine

I made you mountains. I pulled on plates of porcelain— and here                 are your black lines. And here is some white guy; The president of feces. I drew him                 of black lines. Now you draw into mountains                 … Continue reading

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Her Egypt is Moonlight

I lapse in oblivion draped with abeyant jewels kissing my chest. (I never noticed your weight) Omissions retrieved my judgments because you left my midnights to be born in indigo. So I translated my daylight sky, dipping caution in an … Continue reading

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Withstanding Borderline

I tell you I’m flakey because the breadcrumbs blent in with the leaves and I don’t know how else to say it. As if rolling coils down a hill could build a decent pot for these roots that stand for … Continue reading

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Nothing but the Stem

I painted him with six fingers for reasons I can’t confess. (It’s for the way oil chips off of glazed wood,   sanded between thighs…) I wish I never closed my eyes to his– the greenest. For his was the greediest … Continue reading

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tea for “to:”

wait for the fog to move up side down. then I’ll be left side up down the road with eyes spinning in a saucer where you hid your tees and closed your eyes                                on me.        you knew before,            because … Continue reading

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To the Right

These palm trees don’t sway right in the wind that doesn’t sting like Chicago. I can’t remember if thats where I began. My spirit came alive where                                     the air                                           was salty                       … Continue reading

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With No Pulse

Forgetting how many times forgiven and forgiving in hopes to forget some enigma by these coursing and splitting emotions within dreams; a manic-depressed cleave rendered like in two aortas. We are paired in misfortune as if beating every solemn heart … Continue reading

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vowed to be aching

it’s a ritual to ideate this failure and i realize the transgression but romanticism weeps just the same as the honeymoon depletes my funds so all thats left are shriveled petals and photographs from a ceremony where i couldn’t stop … Continue reading

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How Envy Lies

They painted the grass for you and my white dress. Lay me down. I am stained with your kisses, libel. Skin unnerved but bruised by the captivated and shrugged by the captured. I’ve been tinted. I’ve been tainted. Lay me … Continue reading

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