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James was right about a lot of things

James was right about a lot of things and if he heard the words your lips made he would wonder if you would try ever to kiss me with that mouth or if I could taste past the bitterness rolled … Continue reading

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Inana

Before Babylon was synonymous with sin, what she sold was holy, the closest we got to paradise when the dead went nowhere but down, jealous of ritual meals and scant libations. Now, she paints her mouth redder than nightshade, sweet poison. For … Continue reading

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pass(ing)over

what parent chooses one child over another or a people sending frogs and flies to prove a point of preference the blood on the lintels, the bodies of children shattered like clay pots the shouts of those parents, echoed are … Continue reading

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the color of water

My eyes express the color of water, Borrowed from sky and surface light, masking What is simple and set to a shifting Dance of shade, nothing fixed, but much broader Than any definition that’s offered. Truth changes, though I won’t call … Continue reading

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to all recovering baptist girls with tarot cards under their beds

Her parents called it occult, or a less forgivable act of knowing before faith, without the blind not-quite-trust herds have, more obstinacy that thinks it is led by unseesn shepherdy to where it wants to go, but she sees sheeple, … Continue reading

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poets are like onions

Shrek: For your information, there’s a lot more to ogres than people think. Donkey: Example? Shrek: Example… uh… ogres are like onions! [holds up an onion, which Donkey sniffs] Donkey: They stink? Shrek: Yes… No! Donkey: Oh, they make you … Continue reading

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That line

You take a photograph of yourself, shirtless, vulnerable to show where they split and stapled you together more intimate than mirrors tell it I see your fragility , the determination ringing tired eyes, spun with the surety of flesh reknitting

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