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I laid down between our fences in the yard; Your guarding wooden posts and my chain links of love. I never understood why we could not share this wall, but I laid in the tension and swallowed hard. Two feet across and the length of our house; I watched all ours stars get covered by clouds. Sometimes I notice you naked on the wet lawn, moving your body effortless, like dust settling on salt. I wish you could see the devotions I have carved, but they can only be read on my side of your wall ...

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She caught me acting dizzy— like a spider spiraling down a drain. She told me I should feel lucky to be drowning and not squished beneath her handkerchief. I told her I did, as I straddled the gutter of her teapot lid. Then she poured me out slowly— and warned me not to go back up the spout again. But the sun was not shining and the rain had no end. I asked her very nicely to please take me somewhere arid. That is when she claimed to be clumsy in her high heels and morning gown. She stepped ...

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There is sweetness at each edge of writers block. It consumes the men who forget they are beyond the reach of the harp. These men lay their heads on pillows, stuffed by angel feathers. They stare up at their ceiling mirror, but never notice the insect hovering closer. Instead, they try to imagine what their life would have been, had they not slaughtered their inspiration, and worn their skins like a tribal rite of passage. Each man riffles the hollow trunk beneath their bed, searching for ...

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I am the bones you found wrapped beneath your Christmas tree. I am the fog you walked through on your way to welcome me. I want to lie down beneath your marching band, to feel every strike of the drum; Like the gavel of a judge sentencing my heart to love. I want to see you naked in silhouettes— against your doll house wallpaper; Red on gold with lovely curves. Embroidery kisses what our memories burnt. You soiled all my boyhood collections, licking each stamp that laid mint on the page. You ...

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Winter was your abductor— who locked you in the trunk. He drove you to his warehouse where he let you hold the key to your chains and locks. And that is when he slapped his chilling breeze straight across your face. There was no room in Bethlehem. There would be no easy escape. He dressed you naked in your mothers makeup, with fake eyelashes and pearls. He sang you laments in Christmas carols— and fed you wine with peppermint bark. Winter was a cruel one, so you shivered to feel warm in his ...

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No woman had the patience for me, as they knew I was starved and cold. No blanket could warm me so well, as your arm tucked beneath my soul. I am absolved of your musing ways, but I need your voice to calm my words. I am the momentum of solitude, with a roof blown off in ruins. Your parachute is opened wide, as you drop into my room. Do not hide beneath your gown from me. You are my guest— and I am yours. You were not needed to cut me there; I became a man on my own. Your hands do well to ...

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I have loved you like a wishbone pulled apart by the children, who tug out their teeth and hold them beneath dreams, to pray for money instead. I have loved you like a crack in the dyke that wakes from her nap, before the city— goes to bed. You look for me on the shelves of libraries you visited as a kid. You state that my record sleeves smelt like dust, until the needle burnt the years between play. I wore the tan jacket with elbow patches, and you wore my voice— like slime on a snail. We ...

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These words are difficult to string together. I am frightened of what their sum may mean. I cannot speak them aloud to another, or else she may have the power— to put me in my grave. You have tortured me, gazing over my shoulder; And now I wish to sing to you my unbroken praise: My love is lipstick on a virgin, smeared before she learns— he was not worth the wait. Id like to take you to a movie so I can watch your outline— from the back row in the dark. Id like to take you out to dinner so I ...

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I used to hold the future in the palm of my hand. I used to squeeze it tightly, just to feel it grip my youth. I used to hold the future, but now its holding you. She said the sunrise would not come back, unless you begged it to. She said the sun is feeling bitter, for how you were looking at the moon. She said we better make up soon, or start burning candles in our bedroom. I used to wear my past as a cape around my neck. Its black sticky surface collected everything we met. But its weight ...

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I sank like a hook. I cut like the blade of a lady praying mantis, busy making love all day. The worm was a lure, skewered like a lamb; Served over rosemary with a garnish of nylon hem. My substance revealed. My celebration halts. Her skin trickled the juices of a light rain that turned into dust. She loves me for patience. She loves me for fear. You must love me because I am all you have left, my dear. These religions and politics lay better for some. We must all live for something and hope ...

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