Tag: poem
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You, but in another Dimension
Last night I dreamt of you. But this didn’t feel like you. The version of you that wore tan denim, a circle crease in your back pocketfrom years of carrying tobacco. Pale skin fading, blue eyes dissolving. This version of you didn’t have aform. Bones were just sticks that fell from trees, tendons weren’t intimatelyknown,…
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Lawn Green
I wake on a stranger’s front lawn. This is low, even for me. I think as I wiggle my feet in the grass. They say it’s called rock-bottom, but what about lawn-bottom? I consider laughing at myself, but feel my head split in two, chopped wood from too many whiskeys. I sit up, the sun…
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Yellow
“Did you dim the lights?” “No, I’ve been sitting right here, where you left me.” He says, pointing to his stacked feet lying on the olive ottoman. “I mean, someone dimmed the lights in here. When I left, I could read every word on the page of my book. Now look, I can’t see a…
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Sheets
Smooth, the color of medium washed denim. His outline dissolving with the passing minutes since he leapt out of bed. His foot pressing on a beer can on the floor. “Fuck.” Vomit filling the center of the bed, my leg brushes over it, wet, sticky. Red rum. Too much to drink. I strip the sheets…
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