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Dream Stone
Monsters in these caverns, and a guide will warn of one or two
but always forget the third. They arise, slink in and out
of the night, and we call it dance. Parasites that we’ve been
taught not to splash out merely stream through these veins.
Fielding
Oh, I don’t trust anyone
further than I can throw them,
or, more importantly,
closer than I
can extend my arms
to hit them.
Trap
In memory, it is nobody’s fault.
The authority puts the wood burning stove out. The ashes
stir back to life.
the girl in the dream
Pride in the girl in the dream who walked away,
screamed, It’s not worth it.
She screamed,
It’s never worth it.
I don’t know how she’d get away, if
she were trapped on every side,
Closing the Circle
The first time they fired the gun that lives inside my chest,
you stopped the bleeding—
almost like you loved me
or had ulterior motive.
Legends
A.
What makes a monster?
Whether having hooves or claws?
Or the mere look in their eyes?
The story’s been told. Heroes know
what becomes of monsters.
I, female, lie in bed
I, female, lie in bed
dressed in Clark’s flannel shirt.
It is soft, encompassing, swallowing, immersing-
Like love,
but less human, less active, less person.
It smells like active, human person, though.
I deeply inhale his lingering traces,
trying to fill my shell with as much humanity as I can.
I cradle halves of soft fabric across my torso,
trying to touch as much person as possible,
to be swallowed, encompassed, immersed in,
and buried by something soft.
Kendra pokes her head in the door.
The rest of her follows.
She hovers above me, calls me, hugs me,
drops, puts her head on my bed, and cries-
She is too strong to ignore the pain, but too weak to fix it.
I welcome her into my bed.Read More »
the remnant condemned
I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast
asleep.
I don’t know why.
a decimated
a desolate
a ruin of a town
the ashes of a house
I want the wind to blow the dust
and my hair all over me.
I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast,
fast asleep.
And I do not know why.
Sanity
We all stand
on the same polka dotted mat.
You stomp the colored spots
like they’re disco-balls. You’re effortless,
the game’s commands flowing through
your veins. Your instinct: Graceful dance.
I start
with the center,
but one spot cannot hold two limbs!
So all that comes next
is a jumble-Read More »
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