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She has not thought this poem through.

; It has no pondered purpose. No prayer. No be -ginning, midd -led end. But the phrase indoor fins wanted a place to be, so she builds it a word-salted home, a storm drain, a sea. .. The phrase ‘indoor fins’ … Continue reading

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unpocketed wild

child , can’t you see our shackles (these chains, the sky) have fallen? in the swollen swell of silence and your eyelash flutter, I shuttered my indigo fingers, my gills and scales and skin. the sky’s an ocean. these legs … Continue reading

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a clacking-black hack strikes back

… this poem is an un -formed mass of jum -bled up together unambiguously born yawning words, void of iamb and thigh gap and any snap crackle or pop. it won’t stop its exist -dance until you dip it in … Continue reading

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cinnamon sprite

… she’s pixie -stick quick and ready to play, all freckle-sprinkle fab -you, lust. imp -ossible things will happen when you kiss her spicy lips, her speckled hips and that place on her inner elbow that makes her sigh. aw, … Continue reading

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call of the while

.. all wit and whim and slim-jim trim stims aside, we abide by exactly 0 of the rules. we choose and snooze and lose ourselves in the (squirrel!) (shiny object!) (hey! my soul!) game of cat and mouse (-keteer). state … Continue reading

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pneumatic bounce

.. by the alphabet nectar of her own skin, the thunder -pulse of her imposter collarbone, she begins to once again comprehend the sound of rain. the space between stars. the way scars both sting and sing. the untraceable impossible … Continue reading

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Copper Moon

… Too soon, we find ourselves lost in her sway, the metallic way she shines her own face, swoons her way onto the floor. As moon boys go, we’re slow -er than most, boasting only these few fragments left, swept … Continue reading

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