Tag: winter
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Cold Mother II
In Januarycold winds blew in cold baby, eyes like minea heart murmured, an objection that soonleft no trace I dip my toes infrigid sighing frozen seasjust beyond the topazthere is darkness I mistakedichotomies for choicesI segregateone thing from the other I prefera life lived bleeding into and out ofdrafty spacesthings without names Januarycold mothers with…
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My Best Warm and Fuzzy Poem Yet
that time of year when lips get chapped I stretch them taunt so the skin rips apart finally giving way to flaps that can be painfully torn away
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