Daily Archives: January 4, 2013

the epistemology of roses

I believe bloom and know of red and have a passing acquaintance with thorns but there is more to this being a rose than what’s visible and I know nothing of what those roots touch

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that man who does not worship at the altar of two

I’ve never smelled perfume on his collar that’s not mine or tasted another’s kiss skimmed over his lips– still, men in my life have had mistresses– that slut work that bitch scotch that whore crack easier to name a Nancy because I … Continue reading

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what snowmen know

through I write my name there is no permanence to what’s written in snow

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1/4/12 small stone

In the long dark of this tilt away from heat we call winter, I do not know what my eyes are hungrier for–green or the sun.

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