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Freedom to forget
I am the wood mouse of America. I am the blackbird snatched from the marsh. I…
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Lullaby for A students
Write to rest your head Read to rest your hands Sleep to keep your wits about…
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The art of cruelty
The art of cruelty is to feel the blade in your hand & in your heart…
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An envelope, addressed but otherwise empty
Eleven doves gather on a telephone wire strung up above a cluster of tree cholla. Take…
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Brave
what temple ceases to existunborns to be again a prayless taste of ever is a lovelong…
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Flight UA 1646
says latera wet-boiled her from concrete heart) the who-what-how is every face of love still dis-assembled…
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PTSD
In an intimate forest of strangers, I am an axe with a human soul, attuned only…
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The one who got away
“Got away” implies the alternative is capture, and who’s strong enough to hold a briar-heartfor that…
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Doubt
The question is whether or not the clocks will cooperate,whether or not the full Buck moon…
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Fearful avoidant
I used to be a lot more open about the specifics of my trauma than I…
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When you’ve forgotten what you were looking for
1. Quit wailing on yourself like a colicky baby and find what’s missing Today the world…
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Baggage
Driving slow down a street you’ve never seen before, you remember how every city’s a little…
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Triggered
I’m not sure if Amber Heard is a liaror if Johnny Depp is a liaror if…
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The harpy
Today I learned about harpies, which are my new favorite mythological creature. Greco-Roman monsters, half-woman, half-vulture,…
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How birds taught me true love
I love birds so much, I want to hold them. I want to comb their feathers…
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Hot red hot
keep it hot red hot hungry-hearted hot & rumbling hot & hitchhiking thumb-struck hothot i mean…
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The grief of love
There’s an inherent grief felt in falling in love: the grief of small spaces demolished into…
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A conversation with time
go on, let it happen— what? —the needle, the stars, the smoke you’re chasing. ‘chasing’ is…
Lizzy Burnam 🐞 