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my heart bleeds like my gums after chewing on a Brillo pad
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“the straw went through the coconut!”
she shouted as she cycloned out the door,
mumbled to myself, “nevermore.”
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like that first cold snap in autumn310Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTMfupSpFo1
when the summer rose surrenders to the sudden fall in clime.
And finally withers, fades, and dies, thorny on its vine.
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first kissed this ready-for-easy-picking ripe and juicy butternut squash.310Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAIW51iUANH
left decayed and blackened, once green and naive to the core.
mumbled to myself, “nevermore.”
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jagged and digitized are my emotions 310Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobdbNqZvfc
as i scroll through our photos of the good times seen310Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWyjiA3OI5a
through a myriad of tears and a cracked cel phone screen.
If memories are butterflies, they lay in a cocoon of cement underneath the basement floor.
mumbled to myself, “nevermore.”
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love is heavy,
like a two-liter jug of pepsi
set out under the summer star too long, flat and fizzless.
cubes of ice and photons, like us, at war.
mumbled to myself, “nevermore.”
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my ripped and faded heart might one day mend
with a needle and a little TLC, like patched-up jeans worn while begging at my knees
ridding my frayed sadness like a pet shampoo rids dogs of ticks and fleas.
stitching up all my past hurts, too, like when i was ignored at four.
mumbled to myself at five, “nevermore.”
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it may come to pass that i choose to live my life,
not gasping like an ICU patient choking in an oxygen tent, dying from pneumonia,
but with the full lung capacity of the winged-god mercury,
as he sprints through the sky in a marathon race to patagonia.
like cyclists fleetly pedaling
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their torn-up knees from peloton crashes, patched anew,
like my torn-up, bleached-out denim heart caused by love,
an aneurysm, like a racer’s bike tire that just blew.
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one day, perhaps, i might smile more
might even laugh and roar.
when that time comes i shall caw:
YES! FOREVERMORE!
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