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...black birds fall from trees...
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...black birds fall from trees...
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I would love to believe
that this poem
might sell a poetry book
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The dark is crowded. Heat from the other girls thrums like the road beneath us. We are crossing the border. I used to dream that one day I would make it to the United States, but not like this, not like a prairie dog that digs under…
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Filet mignon, is #1.
Jameson’s is next. Scotch.
Electric tools.
An iphone 4.
Gillette Mach 4 blades.
Axe deodorant for men.
Polo Ralph Lauren.
Let’s Rock Elmo.
Chanel #5.
And number 10: Nikes.
You wanna know what I got caught w
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what happens to literature's characters when their readers traverse the veil?
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from first words to something real
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You are present with me, fighting against the weight of the raven-colored robes of night. I am by the window. The cold air, indomitable in its mission, has breeched the glass and I struggle for warmth. I doubt you are equally affected.
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Xmas poem the second
The one I never wrote
I typed upon a virtual page
Composed a mental note
Deck the halls with holly boughs
Dream of Xmas white
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Should probably be faster at the cash register
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among letters like so manystrange fireflies with verso tothe left and recto toright behinda mirror's unknown origins ahead the paradoxof distance underfoot tracksa symmetry here but not yetthere above gray and beyond that by…
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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