By - Sep 26, 2019

That’s how people were these days most often, though not my mother. I heard her cooing even as they tickled off her flesh.

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Five Poems

By - Sep 23, 2019

Turning a crank

on the side of my head

& shooting diamonds

out of my eyes

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Havana, 3PM

By - Sep 10, 2019

I watch your mouth
swallow the fruit
as I caress your head.

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Sorry, No Blues Magoos

By - Sep 3, 2019

They give me the freedom to do this, this thing they call telling the truth. Summon me. I promise to do the chores.

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