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Fallen dying last words bled
cheek bones for days is what she said
your beauty cushioned in a pool of red
softens the struggle with the life you led.
Oh anxiety spike i match your dread
your bounty, your choice alive or dead, it reads like a cut from a Killers line
...coming out of that cage feeling just fine ..
strutting charmed fusing power
drop dead looks
bloomed storms of flowers.
cheek bones for days is what she said
your beauty cushioned in a pool of red
softens the struggle with the life you led.
Oh anxiety spike i match your dread
your bounty, your choice alive or dead, it reads like a cut from a Killers line
...coming out of that cage feeling just fine ..
strutting charmed fusing power
drop dead looks
bloomed storms of flowers.
Literature
On Disappointment
I.
Out on the porch, my mother sat in an Adirondack chair, smoking
her first cigarette in ten years. The air was hazy and discolored.
Her wedding ring spun on the table, gathering fallen ashes.
I was on the floor, knees tucked up under my chin, poking sticks
down the cracks. She spoke of lies and imagined bliss.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and sighed.
I listened as my mother explained the complexity of love.
II.
Last night he drove just over the state border. I sat in the car,
feet up on the dashboard, singing with the radio. He looked at me
like he had a secret. He was the sage and I was the fool.
So there we were, lying
Literature
Pallor
I cried myself sane and then
moved on. How strange, that a man
can split open like a rotten peach and find,
at last, nothingness. How strange to realize:
only then can sunlight enter his veins.
Death dissolves us. Nothing has changed
but everything is different. I spend an hour
pressing my fingers against a wall, the skin
whitening as blood retreats.
There is no regret, no fear. Only a man
who whitens against his final four walls,
the empty chair, the selfish and wandering grief.
Only a man whose face slowly unravels and the way
I wash my face, make dinner, let myself forget.
Literature
Sophie's Misfortune
"Will you run away with me?"
"Yes."
I hadn't expected him to say yes.
-
We were far from home before I had the courage to ask why.
"Why not?"
"Haven't you anything back there?"
"Yes. But I want something more."
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We mostly lived in an old trapper's hut in the woods. I swept it every day but I could never get the floor clean. There was blood on the bedroom wall. I think the trapper killed something here. I hope it was an animal.
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I meet an old woman among the trees one day. She is dressed in ragged brown with a brilliant gold locket around her neck. She says she can read my palm. I am skeptical. She takes it anyway.
"Your name is
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