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a.
cat-scratched blind;
I cede my waned moon lenses
lost prone upon his floor
I think, besides my senses.
b.
I painted hair sky blue,
bleached life from it:
I died
yet find my redhead mother
watching from my mirrors
I stare her down, but I blink first
I thirst for her: deny.
c.
Then fright, is he behind,
is he inside
is he, will he define me?
I see her;
find him in her
and know (not) what to do.
d.
sit lonely now, spark matches, sulphur sweet -
and hope I am as strong as people claim.
Do I know who you think I am, do you?
for I recognise her less than any else
and still avoid my mirrors.
e.
I lose myself with you,
is this allure? Strung out on you
I am racked up, keen softly
in something aping love, but more.
Trash sentience, renounce control
read in your dialect, I am
am not. No more.
f.
the Creek deflates;
the tendrils of a mighty exhale snake
their way back to the Thames.
I burn my cigarettes, and surface watch
scared of what lies beneath
scared of the mud that lies -
the swans have left, but in the mulch
the stoic Creek weeds thrive.
cat-scratched blind;
I cede my waned moon lenses
lost prone upon his floor
I think, besides my senses.
b.
I painted hair sky blue,
bleached life from it:
I died
yet find my redhead mother
watching from my mirrors
I stare her down, but I blink first
I thirst for her: deny.
c.
Then fright, is he behind,
is he inside
is he, will he define me?
I see her;
find him in her
and know (not) what to do.
d.
sit lonely now, spark matches, sulphur sweet -
and hope I am as strong as people claim.
Do I know who you think I am, do you?
for I recognise her less than any else
and still avoid my mirrors.
e.
I lose myself with you,
is this allure? Strung out on you
I am racked up, keen softly
in something aping love, but more.
Trash sentience, renounce control
read in your dialect, I am
am not. No more.
f.
the Creek deflates;
the tendrils of a mighty exhale snake
their way back to the Thames.
I burn my cigarettes, and surface watch
scared of what lies beneath
scared of the mud that lies -
the swans have left, but in the mulch
the stoic Creek weeds thrive.
Literature
The Price of Dying
“I want to be interred after I die,” Mr. Peters said. He made that clear to his family while he was still lucid, before old age and illness rendered him unintelligible. Seventy wasn’t that old, but he recognized the symptoms that were creeping up on his ailing body – the aches, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness and despair. Despite his daughter’s attempts to assuage his concerns, he sensed his own mortality.
The worst part about dying, Mr. Peters thought, was what happened afterwards. Even since he was a small boy, he had been afraid of fire. He could never forget the scorching heat of the orange fla
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plumbum
she has a heart of gold
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
untarnishable
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
tumors growing,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
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no wonder it took him 1455 pages
when i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and de
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