and I freeze no matter how fancy the pen or the whisky it’s all the same my lost shoes they say this winter the victims will write history
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after great doubt eye strain and intermittent rain some peanut butter and crackers but months grow crumble and blow away in the humid breeze it never left
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music from an escaping dream or an undigested night in which we finish the great & clever expense reports designed to ensnare the accountant of the faerie king
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motorcycle noise at night cool after the storm with crickets and my neighbor’s creaking floor through my ceiling chamomile tea
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you almost broke your promise but never mind since the entire ecosystem is leftovers and punchlines of exhausting stories at brunch
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abandoned on the icy shore the poem I was sure would turn me into the man who is never asked to wear the gorilla suit at team-building events
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over the sound system your approximate name and number for the mandatory slow dance and performance review
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with time running out and the clasp broken the last thing the mortuary students needed was this extended commentary on the subtext of that smirk
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the right eye, even after graduation, and at the start of a successful career, produces worms, which
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though the mountains take more we can laugh or move underground in the spring of shrunken expectation she walks away in the middle of a sentence
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immediately you turn around make a correction as the blue of chicory looks nothing like her favorite dress or the coupon you’ve been saving
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what worries bubble over your shoulder as daffodils once in the margins of the enemy list found curled in the shoe box with your baby teeth
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