writing poetry
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The cardigan murder
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≻: The cardigan murderThe cardigan had attempted toStrangle me. FingertipsWarm and vile. Fingertips downMy throat, expensive elegant trail of aFountain pen. It needs…
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Water Me
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≻: Water MeThe hollow of my body when crumpled into dreamsNeeds a hand to hold, needs to feel firm land betweenFingers intertwined:…
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Drink Store Auntie
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≻: Drink Store AuntieHer fingers are fluent.Razor vision, the better for findingExact in all shapes and sizes.Pecking hen, this is sand And that…
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Gas Stove At Night
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≻: Gas Stove At NightThe enemy is closing in. GentleLicking indigo flags. In the dark kitchen theSmell of gas protesting against ignition. All the…
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No Love Lies Here
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≻: No Love Lies HereThere seems a dried well in me, ancient woman,Guarding and nourishing this stone villageOf skeletons. How dry. How dry!I clutched…
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The Fit
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≻: The FitWe walked with water beneath our feet:Blue, styrofoam, packed away and neat When not in use. We built the world…
