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Tag Archives: metaphor
however a hand involves an implication, an adaptation a new poem held by method found by notes, by sections deemed for the best in print here, for the first time o’ how I wished you knew me the kissless me … Continue reading →
blood tall, blood bold hollow spots creased her freckled face her wounds timed the birth of doves never telling the same story twice not a babble, not a psychotherapy purged the rhymes or the fillings inside her teeth with an … Continue reading →
pressed against a wall staining a spine its skin nothing now but mist surrounded by air, by cities objects slightly slanted paralytic, almost like
describe a girl a mirror bathing itself a lover mounted on a shelf writing the word r.a.p.e as, twelve tales hurry, and erase every decimal immaculately
from narrowness to narrowness diminishing as waters does to where a stone’s course disrupts marvelously entered , an antidote falling into earth, with all we are with worms, and soil, such dirtiness and yet i grow immune intact again