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She’s wallowing in accordant sin The magnificent din Of misspent fortune. Drinks lap-spilled and drunk. Bleary-eyed sunrises stung. Lace mesh dilettante hung, Filched climax, lyrics hummed But never sung. She’s come undone. Fingers uncoiled from the last rung. Crying among Ripples of fresh sun Tears return to where she’s from. The lapping waves Dismiss a […]

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Careful. Don’t press this day like a nail underfoot. Watch each step. The pain will relent once the weight shifts, left, on the other leg, away from the sun and its perilous truths that stitch across a bruising sky with short arcs; seams leaking longing. Be mindful. Bring full force down and pain will shred […]

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Such effortless whimsy! Let those hands come together! There is celebration here, the rollicking train of tomorrow, locomotive joy under radiant Gods and laws as two stroll down as two, trade infinities, share heart words, press decorative lust and then, hands clasped, arms interlocked, return as one before the adoring, the obligated, the hungry, the […]

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Come on, you fucks. Bring your ecclesiastic witness and your well-born intention. Bait the ignorant with common joy on the other side of life-long strife. Float in the unanswerable ether and evoke the billow and strummed heart, the burnished wings aloft in a sun-stained paradise where folly is forgiven and gates are unlocked by faith. […]

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Petie listened to the engine of the car. It was late afternoon and mom had been driving for forever. They’d stopped somewhere during the night – he remembered waking up and seeing the long white lights of a gas station overhead through the back window – but he didn’t believe they’d stopped since. And mom […]

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The weight of her words wasn’t vocabulary, it was the feeling they carried, as if each beat of her heart produced them. She and he had driven, walked, eaten, drank, smoked, slept and sat together, and her ease was still suspect, as if she were a lion tamer and he was a new beast. Her […]

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Not sure this happened. Not sure the wind in the trees rustled with answers to longing, or if that was the sound of clouds ripping apart under a sun that warmed too much, a sky that promised escape. And hearing it all was like milk on your lips, the contrast to now, stray white dribbling […]

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The need to say this staggers Like windswept tenacity In the untenable. “I love you.” What joy What kindness What thrill to utter simplicity In this incomplete now. “I love you.” To host these syllables! The back of the throat The tongue against teeth And then, the throat again But the teeth meeting bottom lip […]

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No. Not here and not ever will those hands shake as they are, as if Hell breathed an updraft and the coward heart bloomed with rage and fire, shrieking limbs and tearing the mind into everywhere but home, where the beggar unfurls truth and fantasy, hope and ecstasy and the blessed receive baptism under a […]

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C’mon baby, drown in this C’mon honey, surf on bliss Watch the sky change Burn this grass blade C’mon sugar, give a kiss. Refract my light, girl Into prism glee Rainbow sheen pearls Your skin is free Wear this stain coat Sap from this tree The path chosen, babe Accept this need. Quiver, quake, shake, […]

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