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Back in the Day

Kids would pee in the pool / rumors of poo Not Pooh / lifeguards whistled time out / swim Fast                      ...

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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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The Teeterboard

Walking by the playground Where my son used to play On endless afternoons. Sliding. Bucket on his head. Pretending He was the Artful Dodger...

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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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Ripper

Come, girls, come, Want to keep off the chill? Wrap your head in cloth To hide the head-dust and sores. Hide the greying at the roots, And...

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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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On Mental Health Awareness Month

Music sweet music, I wish I could caress, caress, caress, manic depression’s a frustrating mess. —Jimi Hendrix, Manic Depression Please...

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Drugged

From the duvets of undivided procrastination I allow myself a narrow glimpse into the fertile garden of my flaws, through the shadowed,...

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Thorn and Kiss

You bite your lip in nervous habit, a tiny blossom of blood rises. I want to put my thumb there, to taste the salt and pain. In nervous...

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Don’t Ask Me

Don’t ask me why I didn’t run — against my cheek a silver gun. My sister’s sobs are all I hear, another gun inside that fear....

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On Being Starstruck

So you want to be a poet you think you can punch in and out So you want to be famous wear Gucci and parade across catwalks with a book of...

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Blade Runner Love

It all started with a kiss that was something like a dirty bomb going off unexpectedly in a populated city in a movie that I’d seen...

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