just come home

They say liberty is sweet soI licked her before I left her for shackles,hoping her honey would crystallize on my tongueand my lipswould only ever speak with the memory of her. Inside the jailhouse they spray you clean ofall that freedom sugar, cold water raining downto drown the liceand hopesyou might have dragged through the […]

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G2: how to heal

Your body is not small. The total surface area of the human lung could be spread to the height of a brachiosaurus. If you want to heal,you must firstfind every bruised place. Your body is not obvious.It sheds forty thousand cellsevery minute,and who knows how many of thosewere the last to rememberthe bruising? Just in […]

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poem: walk on anyway

A Very Earnest Answer To The Man At the Library Who Read a Poem He Wrote Called, “Why Should I Save the World if I Won’t Get Laid for it?” Save the world,because sometimes,when they are bound to fall,pennies pirouettebefore choosing a side.A danced defiance in light of gravity:they spin anyway. Save the world, because […]

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poetry: stubborn

They think me boneless,I yield so easy.They think me skinless:I talk so white.They think me tender,home-grown prey.They think me chicken:They could be right. They think me token,just right for gaming.They think me ticket,not bad for ride.They think me house,a rigged roulette.They think me prize:They could be right. They think me numb,I smile so pretty.They think […]

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poem: stacks

“Grief is the final act of love”
– Lauren London

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