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The mirror

The mirror of my mind reflects only badness. The good resides here in this room as a vampire, without reflectiveness, and though my mind searches as if for shells, it finds only sand. My mind is like a mud that … Continue reading

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Memorial days; Cockroaches; Indepedence days

Your father told us about the time he lost control of the Tahoe on the ice. We ate chocolate cake and went wine-tasting. But aren’t they the same thing? Both only offer acerbity’s opposite. And all dead soldiers look the … Continue reading

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We’re two blossoms on the same bare and lonesome branch

I tried to write a sestina for you but I didn’t like it; the words I selected had stood grumbling like party guests that didn’t get along. If a transmission is to be sent, it’s easiest to write unencrypted, spelled … Continue reading

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