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our story
is to always be torn apart
you take the best parts with you
I don’t mind
missing, waiting, wanting–
it’s a good thing
30 Saturday Nov 2013
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our story
is to always be torn apart
you take the best parts with you
I don’t mind
missing, waiting, wanting–
it’s a good thing
26 Tuesday Nov 2013
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Stems reach up
Like a witch’s broom,
Grow hair
Like a witch’s chin:
Hair, scutch, twitch,
quake, cough grass.
In June, I picked a blade
Swished it under your chin—
Tickle grass,
Soft as skin.
Soon after,
Its bristly panicle:
Brittle branches
Easily broken,
Carrying weed seed,
Devil’s grass,
Thousands of acres,
Thousands of miles—
As far as the devil.
Tumble and panic grass
Flitters and flies
To where you are,
To where I am,
Through my gates,
Through my walls,
Witch
Grass.
What is weed,
What is not weed,
One word.
14 Thursday Nov 2013
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inI am One.
I am what one is
And, what one is not.
One of us is wrong, or
Both of us are right
About the one thing.
One last time:
I am not yours,
You are not mine,
Though we will die
Trying to prove it.
Can I help it feels right
To think I’m one with him,
The momentary shared skin,
Then the frightening birth away.
Someone said we were halved
Long ago, halved,
And we are always seeking.
I am what one is,
And, what one is not,
Though I will die
Trying to prove it.