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For Silent Ear

I wonder what you do now at night, at the height of the very hour when heavy violet used to hit us in the eyes and drove us into the arms of one another. We were so generous with mouths … Continue reading

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In the hour of dreams

Tired in the hour of dreams when clock hands slow to hold each other and cigarette smoke unwinds blue signatures in the air Warm in the embrace of sunlight the ground begs change uproots itself from winter’s sorry smile and … Continue reading

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Hips

I always wished that I had compact hips Instead of my Sprawling, basket-like own. The triangle that forms between My belly’s button and the two Rounded handles of each Hip bone is lazy, relaxed, like reclining On a bed with … Continue reading

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The Burial

“Where have you been?” “Around.” “Tell me where you’ve been.” “Around.” Three long beats of silence. Count them out. A sigh. “You can’t disappear and not expect me to ask questions.” They stood in the kitchen, leaning against opposite granite … Continue reading

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Kissing Someone Else

I remember he kissed me. He was not you. He was someone else, with dark hair and soft lips (so much like yours). I remember he kissed me and it gave me that dirty shivery lush feeling and I remember … Continue reading

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In my dream you laughed at me

In my dream your hair was long again. I remember when we would swim in the ocean together and then let the sun kiss the water off of our skin with its growing, caressing heat. I would run my hand … Continue reading

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What They Don’t Remember

What they don’t remember are the Names, the faces, the touch of Wind, the burn of flesh on flesh, The stretch and pull of moving While encased within a skin. Muscles and movements, Memories and miles, these Are things that … Continue reading

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