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Morning Greets Me
Each morning greets me differently; she kisses my cheek for love, or spits down my throat for some other reason. I used to hate her obnoxious light. When I was a child I threw sticks at her and swore I...
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Hear You Me
Here is something pretty for my followers today. If you’re feeling sad, grateful, hopeful, or wanting….XOXO ~ MM
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My Mad Voyage
Were you, yourself, a stranger with no clear account of his dying? An accident crowned that day. A ticket arrived, golden and hollow, at his bedside. He laughed. He board a ship in the morning that...
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Sleep Walk
Sleep-walk through a black body bag toe’s tagged he falls dirty like a dish rag My love, his chalk outline becomes my bed he sleeps deep inside my lungs I try to cough up his death We exhale sharply...
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To Prove Something
The best part of the sun, where it melts away for its own reflection. To prove something. We stand in snake skin and leopard print, digging for bones of the extinct while money blows up the noses of...
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His Name
just the beginning, slithers off wet lips with charm. Mockingbirds use many tongues to sing of slick footprints stepping in, stepping out. At first blush they call, crested blue, aggressive; wild for...
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DayDream
I can’t have you come back like August without water. Your limbs shriveled and cracking, bare knuckled, moving like a tree away from fire. We built moons in the back of Cadillac’s, coffee black leather...
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The Death Of Aaron James
The cello is a thick, heavy syllable crying against the shoulder of a thin woman, a road of auburn hair trailing down her spine. She understands value. Prose is never numb, it spans across nerves...
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I Love Her More
She has a name hanging in a back orchard somewhere. Cowbells are ringing. I gave it up like an omelet to a woman married to perfection. I am missing limbs for limbs, heart for heart. Who am I to...
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Am I New
Flapping tongue, to change your name, to change yourself, to change, to change, you say it’s smoking time, maybe if the zone changed, but we run on desert time, at devil lake I wish I was, a reservoir,...
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