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An Afternoon Moon
Somewhere outside of Philadelphia,
there is a small island in a pond shaped like a boomerang.
When I tilt my chin to the heavens,
I wonder which foolish god
threw it to this barren part of earth?
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Cowboy, Come Home
He is a toy cowboy on a horse
and is dragged off into the sunset
while my stuffed bunny heart
waits in the backdrop to be held.
Our God is the small Girl who hides
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Rest Now, Carriage Horse
You do not have to walk with troubles,
nor carry the burden of those who abused you
through sweltering heat and bruised winters.
You will not be a worker, but an earthen animal. -
On God's God
When You told me You believed in god
I could not help but gawk at the thought.
In Your eyes, we are the will of our fates,
and I choose the word “fate” cautiously.
I do not think Your devotion is my destiny. -
It Will Come Again
It will walk in through the door: insistent like a robber, but passive like a hungry, distant son. -
I Left a Glass of Milk
I left a glass of milk for when you woke up,
but I walked into a sour bedroom.
Our kitchen was made perfect for the funeral.
The living room luncheon was rather unpleasant.
Loves
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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I Saw the Tv Glow
Have you ever seen the TV glow?
We have all seen the blinding light the TV gives off,
But have you truly seen it glow?
I Saw the TV Glow,
And for the first time, I felt peace-
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The glow of the TV
Do you remember the time
that you and I
spent in front of the TV?
We watched Disney cartoons
and the world around us
stopped.
I rememberwhen nothing else mattered
and we could just be.
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Providence
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
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ode to washing my face in the sink
this old sink,
hanging onto the wall by a thread
and a rusted pipe,
gushes water that still runs clear,
even after the generations of girls
(in pig- and pony-tails, braids and loose)
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death bed
You push me out to sea
With every toll life takes.
My wood is deteriorating
With thousands of years.
I've held village girls
And I've held mothers.