Dear Editor: poems
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Dear Editor, or Owl
Attached are poems in which I spin my head three hundred sixty degrees attempting to stare at myself. Attached are poems in which I attempt to eat myself
Dear Editor, or Owl
Attached are poems in which I spin my head three hundred sixty degrees attempting to stare at myself. Attached are poems in which I attempt to eat myself
I want to be a zygote again. / I want to be a dumb plant.
When clearly it could be a mommy or even a child for that matter.
I have watched too much reality TV about Kimye and teen mothers. This is why I cannot explain April like a normal person.
Miracles come more seldom now.
It’s satellite interference.
In the far-flung depths of the future, historians
will look back to this day and say, "This
is where it all went wrong."
There’s something about a horse that floats.
Watch her neck hover over the half-door
of a stall, or her sunlit backside rise
Benjamin Franklin’s wife rubbed his paper fingers all over her body, saying, "I’ve got you now, Sweet Baby, I’ve got you now.”
I think about small green soldiers searching for Crater Lake.
Because you find it interesting and want it analyzed without the burden of being analyzed yourself.
Deconstructionism
is just a fancy word for
skepticism
which is just a foggy word for
nihilism
which is just a
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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