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Nursing Venus

Perhaps I should at the breast but she bites behaves badly she preys a pretty pot I bought her a shrine a sanctum filled it with with...

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FEMININITY

Tick tock The hands on a clock Move slower for the worker For the female Who gets paid lower Wages upon checkbook pages I spend all my time...

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Darkbloom

Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to...

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I Weep With Discovery

Is there one moment, one singular, clarifying flash out of the millions I’ve lived in this intricate, perplexing life when I realized I...

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The Reformation

I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers...

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Someone Like Me

If you think having a role model and seeing people who are like you when you are growing up is not essential, you are wrong. The power of...

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How I Became a Citizen of the United States of America

My parents had sex; nine months later I was born. My citizenship is a result of dumb luck. I did not work for it or yearn for it. I did...

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This Started off as a Love Poem

Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s...

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Small miracles

Take your fistful of misery hypnotize the crowd with your fake smoke half-truths lava tears poetic disputes pose on your marble staircase...

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To The Girl in The Mirror

It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a...

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Going to the Chapel

The last time I had been there was not for death,but for marriage, vows spoken and witnessed by all That was the last time I saw those...

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Shoeboxes in the Heart

There are alcoves in our hearts Hollowed and laying vacant, ours to fill Like boxes which new shoes once came in, Now housing old...

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Dear Harvey

Dear Harvey, you weren’t the one who wronged me. The real life boss who stole my self-worth, my dignity, and put strain on my marriage...

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I Quit, Bitches!

It is fucking impossible to work with Bethany. Instead of being a team player, she’s an ego-driven, self-serving, arrogant, superficial...

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Self-Care and the Art of Blending In

The word recovery has always frightened me when it came to my own mental health. How do I recover from something that is with me for the...

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Encounter

If you encounter my body, it will pretend. Shy smile to stutter, eyes flutter, descend. Online I am open. I spill until arid is slush. My...

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Mama

I know you gave it all away Mama, I know this you don’t have to say it Mama, I know you wanted more, you left your past all by...

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Most Days

Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one...

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The Day After

The sun is in my hair it feels gothic to send black hearts yet truthful. You have gone blocked the rain from touching my skin. You came and...

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Rebirth

I peeled back the Earth I heard her scream in the hole I placed a seed the wound would heal I looked above, the sun will squeeze through...

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Chasing the Sun

Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and...

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My Love Has No Fear

I am not afraid of my naked vulnerabilities or society’s foolish expectations or the ridicule in their eyes or the tears in my own as I...

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My Husband Doesn’t Want Another Baby

what kind of canyon is so deep it’s impossible to hit bottom how deep the fault line might go under earth armor, violence as naughty...

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I Am

Stunned into silence when I joined the ranks of the secret keepers, we speak with our eyes only, that is why my lashes linger, faintly...

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Who, you?

“Who, you!?” She exclaimed with a gasp, After I told her, I too, felt out of place Under watchful gazes in the tattoo parlor People...

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Bitch Please, I Don’t Need Your Words

There is a fundamental truth that is recognized by many to be by Mark Twain (though it is doubtful Twain every said such a thing) that...

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