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it was all bones that day--
stripped down to nothing but calcium and marrow,
we couldn't even drink lemonade
without it burning out our intimacy.
we are so different,
you with your sky-eyes and
me with my earth-eyes,
you with your seabourne heart
and me with only my bones.
we
share
secrets
on
your
seashore--
like how what i hate the most
is that i pushed you out of
my entire imagination
that day,
no room for the weary
in rot-eaten boats
where nobody sings.
[i still write you letters--]
stripped down to nothing but calcium and marrow,
we couldn't even drink lemonade
without it burning out our intimacy.
we are so different,
you with your sky-eyes and
me with my earth-eyes,
you with your seabourne heart
and me with only my bones.
we
share
secrets
on
your
seashore--
like how what i hate the most
is that i pushed you out of
my entire imagination
that day,
no room for the weary
in rot-eaten boats
where nobody sings.
[i still write you letters--]
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Caught Drowning
First I notice her hair: dark and longer than any girl I've met, pulled back in a high ponytail and still past her waist. Since I'm following the line of her hair, I see her hips next, round and smooth like a bright red apple, picked fresh and rubbed against t-shirts, ready for biting. Attached there and growing like slender trunks from her hemline are two long, smooth legs. She smells like green grass and old wood.
We exchange the normal pleasantries. She is subtle and graceful; demure and polite. She speaks like an orchestra, her tones long and smooth, but there's a hiss there, like steam from a radiator. It works for her, and I've never d
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anemic, broken, and growing up anyway
when my sister was five, she dictated a letter to me in her strong little voice
while dust drifted in the sunshine
of our creaky old room.
dear me [she said],
barney is the best. i will wear blue all the time even though i'm a girl. my heart beats without me telling it to and that's pretty cool. i think people always feel better if you tell them you love them. i will always smile because i have dimples when i smile.
love,
me.
"did you write it?" she asked, and i told her i did, every word
with the chunky yellow pencil i'd fished out of my school bag.
i handed her the letter, and she folded it up carefully
and she smiled.
when my s
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Visions
There's a saying among my people. It was something about how you have nothing to fear from a pond full of leeches, how it's not the pond's fault. I used to remember it a lot more clearly, but that was before the loss of cohesion.
The elders say I was sent as a warning of things to come. The medicine man never said much of anything. He waved his bones and feathers and trinkets around, he lit his grasses and fanned his smokes, and after singing his songs he just stared at me with a deep pity shining out from under his skeleton make up.
I am subject to visions. They are sudden and striking and painful to the point of debilitation. When they
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Real quality work here. you convey your emotions perfectly using wonderful language and metaphors. I love the last line. It gives it a whole new meaning, yet ties it all together.