Category: Poetry
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Your heart is a candy barI got for freeI didn’t dress up for HalloweenI just sat on the bathtub with youin the red water waiting for a moment we were already inI think I ate the whole thing there Is there some in my teeth?I wish I could throw up and try againI feel prepubescent…
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On general principle, and perhaps skillI cannot take advice from peopleSilhouetted by bare wallsIn empty boxes How are there no coffee-stained post-it notes on suffering patiently?Or crayoned love letters crooked with lip-cornered tongues?Where is that tear-stained polaroid of your mother’s teenage smile?Not even a curved sex symbol to stroke in the heat of the night?Why…
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in a childhood bug bookI keep dog-eared, water-stained hopesthe nighttime silhouettes heavinghands like bricks on my chestthe smell of pineapple rainwhen my wet face stuck to your t-shirt unfurl those back pagesI remember the best kisses likea battery on my tongueelectric, then the pastor forbade itor, the husband leaves 13 voicemailsif that was so good,…