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so i have found out,eyes drenched arenothing morebut soft interruptionsin sorrow. andi am avacant shoutfrom the breathof a mountain;skin pulled tightover weathered rock,over gasps of wind.and in puffs of rain,like cancer digginga tree’s roots,i am never-ending. i’m sick to deathof the adolescents’ hormones:the world’sreasons for staying in robes;its religion spillingContinue Reading

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we have kept our pantry full of deep kissesstolen maid-butler style hugs meant for spouses.we have kept our shame voices low on the phone,a better picture than the real thing. whispersmake weakness clear. We are cracked full in ourshells. Made for everyday wear-and-tear, uniformscover it well. I am not theContinue Reading