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  • Honey, Sweet from the Hive

    Honey sweet from the hive never mind the swarm thick skin be damned go where the action’s at kill. the. nerve. numb.the.skin.

  • Such Things As This

    Inbox says (1) new message Just then (2) new messages My God, could it be. Usually not Usually naught Unusually knot My love in a Sir Mix-a-Lot basket Spare the spearhead the spearmint the spirit man Inbox says nothing I wait on the porch, old school.

  • erosion

    erosion of the worst sort the sea neglects the land its tentative and loving shores careless, the sea pathetic, see wearing down the earth until the sea only has itself to blame wondering where it all went wrong

  • the Mourning of Bookman Old Style

    once it was trendy could be pasted from a copy no longer able a font is an expression of the soul any font you can create should be readily used forthwith pasted from a copy or better yet typed in time, real time now time

  • Tuesday

    Tuesday a day of extended anxiety “on” for the job “on” for my class and just for kicks when I’m tired enough to rest my head a phone call cancer is terminal again nothing the doctors can do six months twelve months lungsthyroidbonemarrowandmoremoremore cancer is a carnival worker smiling to my family, leering at them…

  • New Guy, Same Story.

    The new one says casually I like you. I say, I like you, too. We continue driving barely touching fingers. That new one with his easy smile that I sense is not so easy. The new one who will never win my complete adoration Typical manspeak he meant it as a compliment It wasn’t. He…

  • Trilogy of 10-line Poems

    Between Birth and Decay My aunt had cancer. Actually, she still does. It’s just rotting with her bones in an underground cavern. Between birth and decay, it’s the suffering that counts. Malinger away. Two other aunts have cancer now. Don’t they deserve it, never coming to visit never seeing the suffering until the end. More…

  • entrapment

    So this is simultaneously it end of him, end of him the two of them should run off together bound by their would-be wounded souls unchained to my inconvenience and instability. I should give the international one’s number to the local one both law enforcement sorts I entrapped them both sue me. Or better yet…

  • Crumbs in my Cleavage

    There are crumbs in my cleavage cracker flakes in my bra I don’t mind I look down, acknowledge them shrug my shoulders It is in my capacity to eat crumblessly and to rid my underthings of existing crumbs It is not, however, in my nature to bother with such since my being is a mere…

  • Dating II

    it was a year ago today since I saw him last it was a year ago yesterday that he told me he had no affection for me branded it into my psyche it was a year ago yesterday and on this anniversary by coincidence only he emailed me wondered if we were on speaking terms…