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inquisition

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inquisition

aren't you guilty of our galaxy aren't you staring down the mouth of it aren't you sad for me aren't you keeping under wing aren't you tired of the dance aren't you wishing for existence more than this aren't I ?

the newness of a night spent sleepless

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the newness of a night spent sleepless

the countryside is outside her bedroom the lean curved slice is her nocturnal god the candlesticks kneel slow she reached this place in a panic and is catching her breath in the yawn of the wind in the rustle of brush full of life beginning again

after the tone

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after the tone

visiting hours are permanently over. goodbyes by voice mail goodbyes by cassette tape or too late for tangible correspondence; now by way of desperate prayer the gasp then, to heaven when hope collapses, the interrupted hallelujah, and all the sacrilege in that silence. transient transforms into endless quarantine -- isolation by the veil of death.
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a portrait of covert affairs

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a portrait of covert affairs

I hold your hand in a field -- midday, our skirts long and full and cumbersome. we're far from the male gaze. our skin is warm from the heat of the day or maybe our closeness -- my breath melding with your breath in a curious, invisible dance. you look away, cheeks blooming but I know this is a voluntary pause to keep from being overwhelmed and I grasp your chin to turn your face to love, finally, to kiss, finally, to live.

on missing melatonin

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on missing melatonin

I still think of you sometimes In the way of 3 am conversations In the way of cathartic poetry spoken soft and easy into our secret atmosphere a bundle of comforters between screens I remember the safety of distance and the ache of our emotional proximity the travesty of platonicity, unmatched love I was too lonely even for you desperate at once alluring, attractive and then the mystery unraveled a scenic route to a cul-de-sac. but you wished me such happiness! without the romance of your specific attention and so well-meaning your voice, offered to soothe, only serving to deepen my insomnia yes, I still think of you often which is why I can’t sleep

every poet has their greek tragedy

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every poet has their greek tragedy

the hard betrayal by your soft hands exposed me. and the door wouldn’t close, no matter how hard you pushed, how you held against the onslaught of my pandora’s, and how your irises shattered. oh you thought in love and in relationship were the same inebriation? a foolish fantasy on your part, on mine, a cute naivety or an Achilles heel, by any other name -- call it the killing spade the shallow banks fill with coins fallen from your eyes, from your mouth because maybe you can swim so far and fast away from it -- but the river is wide.

a drunken conversation

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a drunken conversation

the full night sky is starkly true and good and infinite we are rather lost for temptation with our wine mouths the not so careful courage get the torches for twice the hell: in the moment and when the memory resurfaces that exoteric journey the universal embarrassment of falling too hard

beetle, age 1, survived by my existential crisis

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beetle, age 1, survived by my existential crisis

why did I fixate on the dead beetle its pearlescent green body shimmering in spite of the dull asphalt never having wondered at a dead fly curled on a windowsill or a spider small, uninteresting, hairy, and black killed as it crawled toward me -- the trudge across my desk less like an attack and more like a journey an exploration, on retrospection harmless, lonely even but I miss the life of the beetle I mourn it -- a shade casts upon my countenance at the sight of this gone thing lying on its side as if to sleep for a moment only to be stolen away by a failing heart maybe where are the obituaries for the worms flooded from their homes

quietly

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quietly

i. on the porch in the warm bundle of august, a spider made its web. round and round it went, it spun. determined. at an angle just so, you'd see it climb right into the blue and clouded sky. ii. the veneer is smooth and matte. when you say with wooden cadence, it is no longer worth pursuing. we are not. or me. I am not. nothing in your manner splinters. yet it is so painful, how you lodge into my skin; how you are lodged, festering. I don't know why I ever loved you; as if it could be reasoned. and I nearly disappear completely. iii. it all comes down to when you choose to exist; when between the pause in small talk

on harrowing

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on harrowing

the drama of you turning away my dying gesture, to touch your hand your sentimental lips pull apart to split me to let me go gently but it could never be gentle. and I fight it. when your reply is silence imagine the ocean waves collapsing to motionless glass, the fish and dolphins the whales slow float to the surface, without majesty when you finally say goodbye imagine the birds falling from the sky their feathered bodies plummeting to earth their startled cry, a chorus when you walk away imagine being pulled in reverse like a slingshot forever, without release forward pinched at the back, curved over, gutted and yanked through the m

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the witch in glass wind cycles

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the witch in glass wind cycles

on southern grounds, seven mothers before me lay birds and bricks and peppermint sticks under storm lights and cold water. like some unwatched wick i broke and bore, a midnight doorbell, a snake in a letterbox the maddening answer to prayer. the witch in glass wind cycles shuttled me awake in a warbling pitch no one could remember and i was birthed, pawing out of webs and mud cradled in blotting clay and favourable spaces.
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in the ruins of your old house there you feel free

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in the ruins of your old house there you feel free

i remember nothing except it ended on a soft note. like punching onto cotton. candy. (it made a sweet, muffled sound. &) stickily. wound its way to suffocating. (silence.) one scene cut out from rolls upon rolls of old film. just one (it started out) swift lapse, (pause), at first, graced with dull scissors. then we burned down the storage-house. i lit the match & I remember (this i remember) the dry wind, the heat, scorching my cheeks as if I were about to melt also (from the inside out) but you said, (hold on tight.) clammy cold palms pressed against each other, a scream whittled out of me, less exhilaration than fear the wet air from my open mouth spun around me like a silk thread (torn from a cocoon and I, the dead pupa) but if I were no longer human I would prefer swifter movement, paws and fur. in my past nine consecutive deaths, seven were carried out by streamlined vehicles of civilization. in my last I stared full in the sun, consequentially making the dried stones

man in a gray suit in a square

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man in a gray suit in a square

sometimes, i wonder where to look, when i need to stop for my life, i look the other way, hearing your voice, i pause for effect, as if you are looking, waiting for me on the other side, or up in a house, where i am scared, one day, i will find you, hoarding visitors, late into the night, to fill the emptiness in the room, scared, the old key won't fit into the lock, where i am, panic coils itself around fear, and sadness buries a gun, under a convent, where white is a habit, songs are forbidden, like the blues, and people leave their past behind, their scent lingers, like smoke and rain, fog and mist, you see all over the place, even in a space as tight as a fist, in my heart

one hundred veiled women kneel at church

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one hundred veiled women kneel at church

dark the face of this mass, solid, immoveable block, there is a thin break like silver light, as if waiting to rest or drown in the languid thick of things, melted gold, silver, brass, the candle-smoke, the waking fire, it burns in your eyes, not that your eyes are pared down to smoldering green and brown, outside, the church-bell is missing, the world weeps, a snake slithering on the ground, the absent echo hurtles like ball-breaking in my mind, in my heart, there is nothing but the weather, the rest just slips away, to grief, time pendulums away suddenly, the dark and hollow, silence so deep you could die in it, no one and nothing but the rain, and the rain, too, oh, and there's just you

when did i know to dream?

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when did i know to dream?

and when did we know the world could be this lush and full of thorns? as rich as thistle blossom milk as light as morning sun and if i’d never felt the wind before would i still know why the trees erupt into shivers shake themselves until they splinter like i am shaken pieces lost and crying out to faces watching behind glass asking why don’t you just stop dancing? . why does the wreckage leave us wishing to still be dark and small curled into places where the serpents sleep drinking venom but safe from storms . why does some smaller part of me believe i could go back from breathing color

DAMNATION AND THE ETERNAL FLAME

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DAMNATION AND THE ETERNAL FLAME

Soul train to paradise Vigilante of mercy Merchant of abandoned dreams Tin can city satellite Ghost ships to the moon Shooting up the stars Powder coated tears on fire Angel in the spotlight Falling from grace Ten foot tall and bulletproof Buy me a kingdom paved with gold Sold out of love Cut down and made to march Cast aside and left to die And all that is left is an empty shell Like a landmine waiting to explode Scarecrow on the hill buried in the snow
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home letter

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home letter

darling dearest, best beloved, all my roads are ruined restrictions at every turn the sky is murderous churning clouds of poisonous red once it was blue and my mouth was full of words i could speak, but now to whom do i croak with a half lung about my blistered, battered feet i saw them move this time the walls are closing in unstuck from time and i can no longer go back to you, to you, to you my hope nestled on half a sigh
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