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New Leaves This Color: Outs
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Tuesday, May 17, 2016. And oh the tiny heads of God. They had the eyes, ears, and mouth of. And the monkey paws grasped for. The oversexed dig for gold. God My peculiar Christ. Let me jar You like a pill bug. And feed You from the wombs of plants. You loved at first. And we will play church. And I will feel just as empty as before. Except I'll be able to keep You this time. And stop guessing what You are. Jesus in the shape of. A Roly Poly,. I would crush you with the weight of my fingers. King of Israel,.
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New Leaves This Color: In between asleep and asleep
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Tuesday, March 22, 2016. In between asleep and asleep. You're a man who belongs to no one. Who once belonged to me. You look it on your face and in your body. I think I just need some sleep. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). H O L D O N. There is agony in the crawlspace of my God construct. The fractured ribs of this tiny house are splintering. And all. The Holy Spirit was talking to me the other Day about dreams. He gave me this moon dog, With a amarillo dogtag shaped like a house. He.
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New Leaves This Color: Cough
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Tuesday, September 20, 2016. I am awake beneath my heavy duvet. It is dark all around me. A new kind of cellophane. The depression is thick. I speak into the curtain of it. Existence dissipates; dissolves before my belly rises again, retaliates against the heaviness. I breathe a hesitant trust into the silence. We have built some rapport. It is safe to assume at this point. Sometimes it is the good dreams that stain the most. She in her cells. It is like I am carrying a legacy; bold femininity,. The chur...
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New Leaves This Color: Mantra
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Tuesday, March 22, 2016. You don't love me. It was all for naught. You want her now. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). H O L D O N. There is agony in the crawlspace of my God construct. The fractured ribs of this tiny house are splintering. And all. The Holy Spirit was talking to me the other Day about dreams. He gave me this moon dog, With a amarillo dogtag shaped like a house. He. Lonely at the first. The Little House of Flora. Of Arrowheads and Scissortails. Company to Keep You With.
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New Leaves This Color: But Yourself.
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Thursday, March 31, 2016. She said, "Man, I guess I want to fuck you. And I want to fuck all of your friends too. Because no one leaves me half-empty half as much as you.". That's a polaroid of November. I have it pinned up backward on my desk-I don't have the courage to burn your pictures yet. If I was one of those thin, blonde, girls with pretty lips, I'd pretend to be promiscuous. But I think even then I wouldn't have the courage. Well, maybe for you. I want to fuck you. And all of your friends too.
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New Leaves This Color: Don't Lose Your Faith
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Sunday, May 8, 2016. Don't Lose Your Faith. I used to write static poetry. And I was an electric woman. But now I am a fluorescent lit fish bowl. I sometimes wonder if the walls of Christ's chest. I heard a weird word once about the aura of Christ-. That it spread the size of canyons and counties. If I ever capture Jesus in a bottle. I will write poems about His existence. I will examine Him. Like a pill bug. He will never go missing again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Little House of Flora.
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New Leaves This Color: Free Throw
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Thursday, March 31, 2016. These days, I like to sleep my life away. But back then I'd stay awake just to see your face. I wouldn't sleep for days. But now I sleep for days. I never should of said that I loved you. I never should of said a god damn thing. I should have kept my fucking mouth shut. And then it would have stayed,. It probably would have stayed,. I know it would have stayed the same.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Little House of Flora. Of Arrowheads and Scissortails.
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New Leaves This Color: In Cavities
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Sunday, May 8, 2016. I misplaced Jesus like a mismatched shoe thrown. Out of my peripherals. While scrambling to collect myself. I wear a necklace of onyx". Said the cleft-palate woman. At my Left Leaning Art Show. It's to protect the heart in my chest.". Where your treasure is. There's an 8 year old kid. With a gaping hole of negligence. Grandma taught me how to floss.". As I pilfered through the "Captain's Treasure". With my ruddy,. I never stuck it to anything. I think I knew at a young age. I loved y...
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New Leaves This Color: Mother
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Tuesday, November 22, 2016. I design a paper mother. I craft her paper clothes;. Stitch the thread-work of her destiny. Into the silver walls. The bells around her lining. Ring similar and stark. She is pinned along my mantle;. She illuminates my hearth. She is amethyst and sequins,. Velvet envelopes her hands. Her throat is sage and lavender,. Her hair is aubergine and sand. Her mouth is made of roses. Blooming words as smooth as pearls. They shape multi-dimensional secrets. About her paper world. I wri...
