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8/30
Little frightened bodhisattva quaking on its fragile threads of “poor me, poor, poor me”, tucking its chin against the wind – . small sunburst – darling magic gumdrop – you are many more colors than this. Un-bow your head. Spin stronger stuff, a way out without one back.
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7/30
So for once in my life, let me get what I want – Lord knows, it would be the first time.  . Dear Morrissey,  . Sometimes there is a thunderstorm in my head and I am buffeted by descending clusters of fuck-you rain and my body twists tragically  . into a tangle of helpless and
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6/30
I am naming the neighborhood cats after my demons. Compulsive Guilt tracks my path with light green gaze, refusing to leave its patio post, a steady sentinel. Don’t Leave Me has a crooked knob of a tail and a strangled greeting when I stop to scratch behind its silver ears. I once sat in the
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5/30
There is a strange synchronicity in the wounds from breakups. In grieving the absence of your shoulders, I miss his flannel. I write a song and don’t know who it’s about, only that it is true. The emptiness in my belly whispers secrets to the knot in my throat, its best friend. Each tiny sadness
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4/30
To the Father Who Told Us No, His Daughter Is “A Healthy Kid” . I don’t blame you for being scared of us. I am sorry that Cancer is written on our clothes, our big purple cart, our ukuleles. As you speak, I imagine you walking these halls with your gaze magneted to the carpet,