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The Cotillion on the Corner

.. Stoplights are spotlights when the streets are your home, the place you wrap your heart in brown paper bag leftover sway, play your hum to a tendrilled squaredance sky. Don’t ask her why she’s lost. Just dance her ’round … Continue reading

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word crunk

… let’s get loose and funky, let’s lose ourselves to this furious sky. let’s turn and kern, get drunk on phrase and play with poems for days and days until we collapse in a hilarious high. let’s dance ourselves sane, … Continue reading

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Her Dark Passenger Rides Long into Midnight

.. Shall we dance? He whispers from my shoulder, a stance he has grown accustomed to, as I have not yet figured out how to bid him go. No, I breathe low, but he doesn’t hear, too busy crooning in … Continue reading

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Ten Dancies

….. She has re lie -able documentation and an ex -clusive invitation from the Brit ……..(ish) Royal Navy for the dance. She’s trans (formed) (fixed) (figured) out her pumpkin, abandoned her mom jeans; donned her elephant bell (belle) of the … Continue reading

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