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Poetry
Poetry
Into the storm, the iridescent cosmos. To the savage dances of sunset.
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Why is the sun such a bad companion to the desert traveler?
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You’ve gathered more knowledge than you’d need for nine lives.
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It was our flesh with its deadly sweetness that led them on.
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She already knew that deafening silence of a call gone unanswered.
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Don’t try to find me by spit, by genetic sleuthing, by Are you my?
Poetry
It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.
Poetry
The body passing through its own fires, the hard escape of it all.
Poetry
How do we heal our savage hearts, foolish wrath gone rogue on any soul.
Poetry
A ripple across the darker fathom, no sooner there than torn away.
Poetry
At 35,000 feet, the center of heaven, in the deep Milky Way, we meet.
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You try to confess your crime of turning the world into words.
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’Tis with our judgments as our watches, none go just alike.
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He told me that he knows a parent’s grief for a dead child.
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Why am I always asleep in your poems? Look at me Ben, when am I.
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Four wings of silk without a trace of dust perched upon a silken line.
Poetry
I want you, you captive, delivered into each other’s territories.
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What consequence is a body/a body nonetheless. If the light in me is gone.
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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, the flying cloud, the frosty light.
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It is cruel, this business of exile and divorce. I will not deny it.
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Your hand on my nightgown, my soft places. I wish you wouldn’t do that.
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Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, day and night.
Poetry
God is there between things, sitting at his own left hand.
Poetry
Lie down & whisper all your careless dreams into my votive ear.
Poetry
Our cocoa is gone and our dreams are being eaten by mice.
Poetry
There’s no need to check for a pulse, hold a hand mirror for breath.
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The waves have heard of you. How you caress, how you kiss.
Poetry
One spent the better part of this life writing in the dirt with a stick.
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Noelle, somewhere symphony number two listens to you breathing.