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How do I mourn a marriage passed?

With a village wailing perhaps

scooping dirt

Soft and bright,

Two eyes, a nose, just feet with no toes.

Behind the refrigerator.

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I gave,

but sinned,

for I wanted to hold

and compassion is not ever hardly passion-<

Perched upon my singled-out, iconic bar stool,

Spot-lighted at a side-lined table

With my cup of co

Dear Ms. Einstein,

It begins with an unsolicited memory: I am three years old and it hurts to pee.  

There is so much that I will never

understand

how can I even begin to

paint your han

beneath the skin of cloud

it spreads out all of its bones

and each time the earth smiles

They’d pushed the gala forward and she felt time pushing into her, crowding her deeper down the inflexibly suspended

She walks in the goldest grain

where wild dragonsnaps purple grow

where pumpkins pregnant from ra

I dream of my words touching someone

in the way they touch my soul.

What did the poet say?

“Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.”

I shouldn’t care for wild things

but you bit me, and said

I catch things I don’t ta