Category: Poetry
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Pull the Pin
Something about teetering In height of emotion World as it stands in Perfect imperfection. A pin is pulled. Obscure but foundational. Unbeknownst expectations larger than life in The heat of ecstasy. Fallen in shame.
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Most Women
Most women are raped And when they are We search for statistics that hurt worldviews less: solidarity we can handle. Or We try to act like We believe it. If we really did, The horror would Shake us to our core. Something would give.
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Imagine
Imagine cheating on your wife And then assuming it’s her fault. You, With a controlling mother, a kindly passive father. Broken before your first breath. You give me back my toys! You scream. You are stealing my happiness! Why? She’s not perfect but she loves You, for better or for worse. But you, only for…
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I Close My Eyes
It’s all darkness. I can’t see beyond the darkness. It’s a charcoal cloak enveloping me In the middle of summer. All I can smell is the clean summer air And I am angry. I can smell it, but I can’t see it. And I can’t feel it. I sit in the anger Because it is…
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She Knows Intimately
She knows intimately The process of death Her 16-year-old adventure buddy Her 38-year-old mentor friend. Involuntary manslaughter. Cancer. Death doesn’t discriminate. She wipes her hands on her scrubs and pinches the baby’s chubby cheeks. “It’s so reviving to see a healthy baby.” The child’s mother nods in discomfort. “Did you hear they told my friend…
Letters to a Beautiful Life 