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In Spring it is the dawn

I knew when you sat down. It’s strange to think it’s been a year since I landed that first kiss, and a year since you waltzed through my door and confessed you wanted me to be your boyfriend. My hands … Continue reading

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Paintings like prairie fires

Whose hands are these? that cover over other points of light standing on white canvasses. Who makes them green? Who holds the brushes? What colors doe she use? She fills the white spaces on the floor like water fills a … Continue reading

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I will smash them

I’ll smash these fingers to pieces and saw these hands off my arms. They are petty jewels of an unworn and undeserved crown. They are the vestiges of a lost name. They are vestigial. They have proven themselves redundant, they … Continue reading

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