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injured by the ricochet
fragments of the games I play
catapult couldn't save me
from the threats you gave me
memories like cyanide
I stand mystified
fragments of the games I play
catapult couldn't save me
from the threats you gave me
memories like cyanide
I stand mystified
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cladach eachtrach
Our shadows were children
the horizon a nightlight,
my skin Vodka white
in the womb
of the Atlantic,
bioluminescence
like sparks
conducting electricity
strip wire symphony,
naked limbs paired and
easily divided
in the remainder
wading
between constants;
prenatal combination,
the tide rolling in contractions,
and like ships to harbor
it bore us to shore.
Literature
and even so, you stayed
I taste rain on your lips
and I know you’ve been
writing poetry again.
I breathe into the touch
of your fingers
cascading in a soft scale
down the cage of bones
around my heartbeat.
you kiss me
knowing
the colors that drift
in my mind
like water beneath
all the bridges that were
burned for me
and you stay.
Literature
Gypsy
She packed up her clothes and was hitting the road again.
No soil gave her roots and no one ever felt like home.
The road was forgiving—
she always chose the paths most traveled to be forgotten.
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