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Loving you is like trying to float on eggshell rafts
When the adrenaline rush is over and I have to sweep up the vase
Vases
Loving you is very easy when I don't love myself but when I do
It's drinking water from a cactus

Calliope: Odysseus had followed Circe's instructions, knowing she was sworn not to hurt him. He sailed to the land of the dead, sacrificed a goat and heard of his life's prophecy. I tell all this to the bard, who is enjoying the gore of the story.

The back row of the old theater
Where the velvet chairs are mostly dust and the woodens arms are weary-wrought
Under carvings of trees that have lost all definition, carvings of eyes that I'll never see

I did not love him as the food blogger loves the green smoothie

As the copier loves the empty blue cartridge 

As the mannequin's arms love the shimmy and twist

We love to write of broken women
We love to make our women broken
Is there anything more beautiful 
Than the gilded, tattered remains of her life

All of our women must be pliable
She will not move if she is calloused

The truth of a good poem lies in its ink
When they cleave me in half with a willow-bough axe
My innards shalt not lie bloody but black and ready to be wrote
To write of Helen I burn
Olive branch and sapphire and gold silk into ash