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part of me
in her neck.
Pull it out
and drop it
or keep it
in the back seat
of my car.
Where it can
lay a while
and stare at me.
Part of me
is not afraid
It is far less
than girls with
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That little trinket you wear around your ego
to make it sparkle
girls wear around their necks;
like you wear your hands around their necks.
Women wear these abuses like pearl necklaces,
as if they were lost jewels excavated from behind the pearly gates;
a Christmas gift
from the man who choked sapphires out of your mothers eyes
and paid the way for her heaven headed expedition.
wrapped like knuckles beating brass colored choruses
into her copper skin, harvesting rubies;
sweet and sticking to her body after he
scrubbed away his sins from the surface.
A gift from God.
As if his hands h
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in the cracking of leaves
on the sidewalk.
Or the way her hair draws lines
in front of her blue coronas,
in the smell of black coffee
and warm tea.
You see these people
looking up at the clouds,
looking at their reflections
bent and stretched against
the hood of a car.
In fur and luxury,
in large collections of art.
(The best of which are only
crude depictions of the magic
they are looking for.)
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on my floor here,
somewhere behind the
shelves of paper and wires
coiled in the corners.
And it always smells a little bit
like smoke and ink in here
especially when I open the window;
put myself on display
for a street where
only strangers walk by.
I am an old, tired zoo animal
and the kids don't even tap
on my glass anymore.
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But I don’t want to insult you
Because you are so much more than that
You are everything that beautiful wishes it could be
I want to tell you that I miss you
You have always been my home
The most stable structure in my life
We moved when I was seven
So you would think that
I’ve had enough time to unpack all my
But I must have left a few boxes back home
Because that’s all I can think of lately
Whenever I fill out a form I write
“Asheville, North Carolina” for current city and state
when I really should write “living in the past”
as my current