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I am naked
shoulder bone
rib cage
breast plate
and you are peeling
onion layers
of sadness
to mine the core.
Inside you find
hematite and
Hemingway,
publish it all
in a Medical Journal
for Indian boys
at Johns Hopkins,
who remark,
estranged,
that I remind them
of home.
A bird without feathers
nestled into
my neck,
my bleeding liberal heart
and the boys
couldn't understand
what kind of nutrients
were inside
why something would
seek life
in evident decay.
Results were conclusive:
I don't need anything
but you.
shoulder bone
rib cage
breast plate
and you are peeling
onion layers
of sadness
to mine the core.
Inside you find
hematite and
Hemingway,
publish it all
in a Medical Journal
for Indian boys
at Johns Hopkins,
who remark,
estranged,
that I remind them
of home.
A bird without feathers
nestled into
my neck,
my bleeding liberal heart
and the boys
couldn't understand
what kind of nutrients
were inside
why something would
seek life
in evident decay.
Results were conclusive:
I don't need anything
but you.
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i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
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I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
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the truth, as staunch and without ornament
as I can make it,
is that I did not want your love,
your voice rattling like the hoary whispers
of stars;
your dreams (rustling like cattails
and half-extended to meet mine)
were as foreign to me
as moonlight, concealed
in its various robes.
your sucking fireflies,
neon mothish words meant to draw me in,
flurried uselessly about me.
but now that your attempted eloquence
is more akin to the wick of a lamp,
charred and drowning in oil,
I may vaguely nod my head.
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What a clever piece. I love the unique idea presented, very cute!