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He talks like Frank Sinatra on the phone,
slinging lies as he walks away.
You just sit there on the bed,
head down, hands brushing forest fires
away from your eyebrows,
and cry.
This moment seems like its been
reoccuring in your head since the day
snow touched your cheeks.

You're left reading books, with
underlined notes, with underlined hearts,
of lines you placed in...
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.... fresno....

this iceberg can seem to block
out the sun, cover up its eyes
with sheets and blinds
and blank out that room that you
snuggle in, each night
under layers, of clothes
and colors, and hands, and arms,
and mouths wrapped into one another,
shivering
from lips and smoke in the air,
and hearts that race
together in search of each other
skin...
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february speak,
i'm sitting on this edge of a porch,
looking at the grass,
with smoke rising, rising up
from my cigarette and the houses
warming hands, with mittens

those streets look dead
chalk outline imprints
and her heart beats away muggers
on side streets somewhere.

another year,
tea bags waiting in the pantry
for a cup to fill their lives up
and another empty...
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i bend and wave, fall apart a the seams.
break me in two.

illness is only the outcome of your head
telling you your body can't make it.

forget that summer, she would have kicked the door out from under you anyways, the basement is always dirty.