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Today
Today I leave
and so they propped me up
on crutches that felt more like crop sticks.
Today, they stuffed me back up like a doll,
and put me in clothes that no longer hid me like the sheets on the bed.
(Used again are my shoulders just to hang clothes).
Today, they handed me back my fortunes,
and I took them back willingly,
even though they no longer belonged to me.
And as they wheeled me out covered in guilt,
the ceiling lights didn’t bloom;
their usual gold coronas weren't there to kiss my eyes.
They didn't even wish me goodbye.
Today as I write this,
the window by my bed
no longer looks like the generous slice of sky
that I was once so thankful for;
that was once saved for just me.
Not today nor ever will they understand the miracle
that I wasn't ever dead;
that in truth I was free,
that I was an empty casket.
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Literature
.
I don't fault you,
that you must tire of me
always finding new ways to lose again.
But tragedy is my only wall of pride still standing.
So please take my heart at the front gate.
But leave it at that,
lest I learn to keep you with guilt.
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Literature
.
We sat on our bones
butting against the small ivory tub
with knees tucked,
our toes scrunched.
The morning came through the skylight
dipped in an invisible haze.
For awhile we watched its rays
unobtrusively inch its way in with us
until the water turned tepid.
You asked that we leave it alone
and waited for some response.
But the grey water would give none.
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Literature
.
I don’t own any sun dresses
or love that comes in
small white packets.
And for all the layers of barn red paint
the rot in the wood still shows.
But I can uncoil
this knot of arteries and veins
(green from blue).
And let this happen
(if you want it to).
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Literature
Happiness
I've fallen in love with a dream,
one my eyes have taped and re-run a hundred times.
Of deck chairs laid out on the missing balcony
(where the bougainvilleas are also kept).
There they draw their unfolded silhouettes
from behind clean drapes
that only ever part so slightly with the breeze,
to show a glimpse of bare feet
or a glass ash tray.
No,I can never make out what's ever said,
but it never wanes in the beautiful sun.
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.
I would of
but then morning came
to shut off all the lights
and when it left
it had my hand on the way out.
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Literature
.
I don”t need it.
No,
not rust on my fingers.
No,
not the crackle of candle meets wax,
there's no need to hold out till then.
If you must ask,
you have never owed it.
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.
Loving you,
has been like breathing.
Winter drawing it out the most.
Unsheathing it from my blue lips
for none to hear it.
I always let the bitterness stain my tongue red,
before I breath you back in again.
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Literature
.
I've left a small light on,
the door unlocked and the wounds unstitched.
I’m not waiting though.
Come in whenever it's time to.
I'm going to sleep.
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Literature
.
Diamond eyes
symmetrical, unbreakable.
You watched the world through'em
without the slightest glint.
As flawless as obscene.
You wore diamond eyes.
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Literature
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Your eyelashes wake like the curbs of grass
still wet with droplets of dew.
You consider picking up.
Already five missed calls.
But its too early
and your throat's still as dry and dusty as the peeling carpet
your words as flowery as the thin sun faded drapes.
So instead you lurch to the window
stale drink still in hand.
To peer through the blinds
across the stretch of scorching cement
at the men and women in the motel pool
laughing, bathing
in the bleach colored water
in the shining glare of every crest.
You rather say that there was a mix of pity and alcohol
in the red vessels of your eyes
but if you were to be honest
some really petty envy.
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.
Its the pleasure of wasting our time
without any dreams.
Just bright skies
whose warmth spends another day inside
nestled with our shut eyes in bed
It's what wells up in your eyes,
but comes out in a big crooked smile.
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I didn't ask
you already knew I needed to hear it
but your eyes didn't blink.
They stayed affixed,
unvexed by it,
preoccupied with the wisps of embers
picked up by the rising warmth.
As if it were a pyre,
the silence you gave was more condolent than wistful.
You tossed a handful of sand into the fire
to watch it crackle and plume
or be smothered.
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Sometimes I still spend the same after work hours we shared,
with the paper cups of coffee.
Watching the traffic flow away from dawn
and then further.
To a curb where the stream of headlights
still pulled on us.
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Literature
.
The worst was lulled
with  the hush tones of lapping waves,
when it scarcely stirs
like bathwater that's gone cold.
Before it beached you on shore.
Returned.
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Literature
Unblinking
I gawk at them
shallow eyes
set there in the surface of that flat unblinking face.
Even now,
they feel like they were planted there
in the dirt.
and in the dark.

by a stranger
with even stranger hands.
Only just reddish in the corners
when they feel
varicose and shriveled.
They say I am alright
but you wouldn’t believe how wrong they are.
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