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Lost & Found – Poem | lightladder
https://lightladder.wordpress.com/2015/08/09/lost-found-poem
Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Lost and Found – Poem. August 9, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. I want to cover you in neon stickers. And tell no one. I want to lay. Naked in your arms, and take. A no-flash photograph of us. In pitch black. In recent trends. The spectral has swollen out. To overtake the spectacle. And I want to go out of style. With you. I want to write a cento. With you, and light it on fire with sparklers. On the fifth of July. Ritua...
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Queen – Poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Queen – Poem. July 31, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. I love her brand of. Lady, the slanted. The sassy kiss of. Take me as I am. Bitch Tits of foam and. Let’s peel back gender. I’d reclaim beauty,. Gets to tell you. Try her. Try me. I, too would riot. To bleed, a pardon. How to be cisgender. I get to forget. The role I play. If I weren’t born. A woman, I’d. Barren baron – poem. The Map – poem →. Enter your comment here.
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The Map – poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. The Map – poem. August 4, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. Survey it. I’ve got one plush chair. Stacked with books and bills, costume pearls dangle over dice and magazines. Sit on the carpet, the bed if it’s a problem. Outside the slanted bay windows thousands of reflections burn light from dawns that pop without fog. This city is not the map, I am the map. My roads must cry bulldoze! What is a city without youth? Be my gu...
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Powerlines – Poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Powerlines – Poem. June 20, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. For the families of the Emmanuel Episcopal Church. I get red in the face. When no one reads me. When I spend too long in the sun. I want to (have. Plug in, use me, I’m offering. What I can. I get red in the face. Because my pale skin. Hides nothing, my body. A product of learning. From books more than. Bending over dirt rows. Or danger. Because I don’t. You are c...
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Barren baron – poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Barren baron – poem. July 30, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. Dear world I will no longer have your babies. But you can’t have them in the first place. I think. My friends post the strangest shit online,. And everyone chimes in, but no one notes the inability. Of my friend’s male anatomy to carry a kid anywhere. Besides the crook of his arm or the crest of his hip. All of a sudden I want to have this man’s baby. Bay Area ...
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Photos we don’t snap – Poem | lightladder
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Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. Photos we don’t snap – Poem. June 15, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. I’m looking forward to the next red light. So I can pull the mascara over lashes. Hold dilly dally like it’s not mine, with. Evidence that I neither chose it, neither could. Prevent it. It’s an everyday dawn, a deeper. Red light we brush off like cat dander. I aim to. Delay arrival, the engine switch when I stop. To swim the whole time, you wait you.
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The flavor of coffee – poem | lightladder
https://lightladder.wordpress.com/2015/06/27/the-flavor-of-coffee-poem
Half hope and all bonanza. Top of the Day – Backyard Performances. Xan’s Reading Schedule. The flavor of coffee – poem. June 27, 2015. By Xan L. Roberti. My friend says she can’t drink coffee. Because she’s an empath. The reasons clarify after Time Magazine. Declared it true. And I suppose it’s a see-. Saw to my 8-10 cups a day. One day. I may run out, the earth may run out, global. Warming will be warned along the way;. The Chronicle and Post will wail. Like the ads on facebook. For a user on mute.
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