Category: Poetry
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Confession to Mom and Dad
Every liar has this one fantasy: casually telling you over breakfast one morning. Without looking up, you’d laugh and say you already knew. I’ve got two boyfriends, one I always lie to, and the other to whom I never tell the truth…
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An Everyday Affair
Covered in the smoke from a BBQ – still pink on the inside he joked, his way to compensate for being over-prepared…
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jesus billboard
come & take off your face. my o my you could be a good telephone…
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Sealing Wax
I have dripped wax on the ends of birds’ wings, melting what was solid with fever. They eat everything from last year yet stay hungry…
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A Spell for Finding Lost Things
Theory: the ritual depends on what I’d want to find: (who was)…
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Greed Greed Greed
In Covington, I smell the honeysuckle smeared across the hills: impenetrable yellow mocking the warblers as they guzzle mealworms…