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• poet with a pink elephant

  March 19, 2006

  untitled i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what is does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones,and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i...

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• you are the cold hand on my fever

  February 20, 2006

  i have no time. i have the time to provide the necessary fuctions enabling me to perform the tasks at hand, i.e being a good student, being a server in some restaurant with an excess of political agenda, being a companion that wakes sleepy-eyed to steep you tea while you shower. since devoting al...

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• blood, cartilage and connective tissue

  February 1, 2006

  something vague; a girl pulls a cow heart out of the icebox says, "sometimes they beat and beat and beat; even when they no longer have heads" you are seven and a half. you can't put your finger on it, but there are earthquakes inside of your skull and death puts his hand on your…

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• our hands, or white sailboats

  November 5, 2005

  TO SOONER GO UNNOTICED... with my limbs starfished, i felt like a spider. your eyelashes brushing softly against my ribcage eight am. the clean air from an open window, a warm breath happier now in an unsettled way you saying "i feel sad today" her restaurant's namesake is as bitter and...

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• carrot flowers and cat tails.

  October 16, 2005

  i got a less than satisfactory grade on my gender issues paper (<90). someone boil me datura blossoms and slip them into my tea. i'd like to snuggle up to you in my bunny slippers and call myself a failure. you smelled like a 1964 Rebel and you were wearing your wedding pants. there is so...

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• your name as a whisper

  September 26, 2005

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• a heart that beats green

  September 15, 2005

    Let's go south, ok?

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• i sat in a diner with bukowski

  August 2, 2005

  our hearts that beat, they map out our astronomy with small hands; shaped like flowers we are engaged.

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• your skin as thin as tracing paper

  July 10, 2005

  M is for mother, who acts as if i never lay nestled between her breasts and the crude y of her pelvic bone. M is for michael, who brings me to see fireflies in the woods and surprises me with tomato plants and lilies.

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