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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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spreading gilded pages with a tlickt
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silence is the safest place to be when silence is what silence truly is
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Make paddles of his hands
Use his skull to bail
Rig his thigh bones for a mast
And his skin to make a sail
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The devil ran in my blood.Scars chase each other on my skin.One year old, I fell down the stairs in my walker.Five years old, I fell out of a tree while convincing my older sister to climbthe outlawed tree.At six I rode my bike down the biggest hill in the…
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DISLOCATION I'm down in the basement playing imaginary baseball. Dick Donovan coaxes Roy Sievers into grounding back to the mound. This should end the game. Donovan fields the yellow ball bounced off…
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440
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A monstrous black dog slumbers in the doorway, still as a volcano. I step around him. An old folk saying about sleeping dogs tickles my brain like a coyote yelping on a moonlit night. Strands of smoke curl into fluorescent gossamer in the neon glow and cast a…
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The bones are chilled now, past/
invigorations of the coming spring//
and its entanglements
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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Don't throw earth on bones.
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