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A Bleeding Blooming
I am too terrified to love something that is right out of reach.
So, I dig a solemn grave for my decaying soul with indifference and leave
My body to harbor a sprouting stem and petals of a spring peony. -
Would That Be Too Much To Ask?
There is still hope for us yet.
I only listen to Bon Iver now
because he is your new favorite artist,
just to learn something as personal as
your eclectic favoring in music.
Would that be too much to ask? -
Parallel Universe Pancakes
In a different universe I would be making warm pancakes this morning
rather than thinking of more reasons to convince myself to live another day;
and they are all petty, these bleak reasons, and manifest very little comfort. -
A Family Buried Amongst Wildflowers
I cannot wait for you to arrive home in the beating summer
of post-war with your soul taken by order of the governor.
I cannot wait for your bleeding ink letters written in haste -
A longing for sunburn
The moonlight casts a lonesome silhouette
of where your body would bring the picture
to life in this humanly incomplete puzzle,
pillows and blankets jaggedly shuffled and
stuffed into vacant cracks, and I dream that the chilled -
Garden of Ending
The domestication of the wolf into dogs is
comparable to the snatching of virulent
plants to make them minimalistic million-dollar
loft decor. Please, for the love of God, indulgent
Loves
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So No One Can See
After a night of snow (always a fitful night for the clouds, I think, tossing and turning, trying to coat the earth evenly with their powdery delights), when our driveways are indistinguishable from the white and more white around them, my neighbo
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Sugaring
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither." -
Garment Workers In LA
City streets fill, coming to life like the beginning of a movie
The buildings glimmer on the outside similar to a new ruby
But inside everyone toils endlessly like it’s their duty
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Supernova
The explosion of a star,
Happens so far-
away, you’ll never see it.
Though, in the death,
The colors are like a breath-
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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After
“What happens beyond life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, after we die.”
“Well the point is that we don’t know.”
“But what do you think will happen?”