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I remember the taste
I remember the taste of my parents’ wedding cake. No shotgun metal in the rum frosting, but sweetness in the flour, us kids suddenly giddy.
Read moreI find, in the dirt by the plot
I find, in the dirt by the plot of potatoes, an egg hastily painted pink & blue. I’d buttoned your coat then, a wet kiss on your forehead.
Read moreLet’s parse this day
Let’s parse this day into rain & blankets. Pass me my book & lend me your shoulder. Here is my head on your chest lulled by heart beats.
Read moreNewfound song, don’t leave me
Newfound song, don’t leave me without a struggle. I possess this elegance. Rags of the old time on fire now humming wonder from fear.
Read moreGuerrilla, my love
Guerrilla, my love, save some passion for me. There’ll be mangoes, freshly cut azaleas & siestas. But your callouses must be ready to soften.
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