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Them

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I see my mother’s hairline

and a cowlick curling the way her tongue curled,

with a bang,

firing words like grey whipping strands; 52 more words

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Forecast

Mornings I head to the bathroom

Put my contacts in

Clear up what dreams did not address

But more often I’m lacking in sleep and clarity… 43 more words

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Climber

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It gets heavier and more obscured the closer to ground you go
It’s where my mother lives
and where my father spends more time on his cell than in his soul… 136 more words

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No such thing as silence

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If you sit quietly still
you are still not sitting quietly
Entertaining ghosts around cadaver tables,
there is no such thing as silence… 124 more words

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Gathering Honey

There are no words for how I feel
when the Sun slides down the hillside pouring honey
Dusk trying to angle the flow faster than… 99 more words

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Leaves and me

It’s coming -
Fall -
and I wonder how in combination I will be with that verb
Leaves and me
releasing
dropping
Nudged by winds we didn’t invite… 38 more words

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