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What am I Supposed to Be?
You aren’t supposed to be anything. You’re supposed to be an upright ape, Foraging for berries somewhere in the Sahel. Continue reading
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The Word Just
I just hate the word “just” That I just so stubbornly say To just belittle my words Just before I send them away Continue reading
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Burlap Cubicles
I feel like a potato in a potato sack. Covered in coarse, rough, Burlap. Continue reading
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Mayday Mayday Mayday
Modern-day knight in iridescent Kevlar, riding on a red horse, veiled and obscured. If the fires don’t kill him, then the cancer will. Continue reading
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The Grass is Always Redder
A poem about my commitment issues “I’m a man panning for gold in the river. Sifting through dirt and pebbles And fool’s gold So much fool’s gold.” Continue reading
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The Constellations Between Your Freckles
I hope I get the time, To name the constellations I draw between your freckles. Continue reading
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Props on a Stage
I want to live in a destination. For touring tourists and passerby. Our house a little speck in the wrinkled corner of any postcard you could buy. Continue reading
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The Night Bus Sleepers
“We are not nocturnal or diurnal, we’re the sleep deprived and tired. We are strong dreamers. We hold our head high even while sleeping. Our hands and cold hard glass our pillow- we need little else.” Continue reading
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Birdbaths in her Palms
When it rains in this chaotic city, it pours, causing chaos and awe. The powerful rain transforms the city and its people into a symphony of water and emotions. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 