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I Can Tell You None of
This
It is not a good sign
that I’m beginning to miss the way you snap
four times when hurried
I taunt and tease you
and smirk as you defend
a slap is a touch and a snarl is still a look.
It is a bad bad sign
that I now giggle at your lack of integrity
as if I can reteach myself to not need water
as if I don’t replay in my head again and
again the way you lift one triangular eyebrow
releasing the contents of Pandora’s box
into my left eye only;
and this is what I see in you
the fervor with which you grip my thin blonde hair
like it is the only euphoria to experience
and the way you have never lied to me
though you have full potential to do so.
I like your smile that exists simply because
your happiness causes you to smile
I like the way your pupils tremble just slightly
when they have no ulterior motive.
It is a dire and dreadful sign
that my heart feels like footsteps
when I wait outside the dark
holding your burning cigarette.
It is a tormenting thing
that I can tell you none of this
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Humbert Humbert
Deserted pleated skirt lies on the floor
perhaps tomorrow we’ll go to the store
to buy something longer;
no one should gaze upon your preciousness
but me, my dove.
We are growing too smart now
dangling innocence like apples
you know I want to bite
suck out your juiciness
let me pet you my pet
let my scent linger in your ringlets
so I may love you even in your hair ribbons.
Every wound longs to again
be healed by you
every ho-hum to my ecstasy
makes me only long for you more,
poor Hum.
Like the bird continually pull-pushing
its fragile wings, I perpetually yearn for you:
little you
feisty- messy- boreded- you.
If only my breath were kisses
and your nature seceding.
If only my insanity had bore me
this daughter
a dead daddy’s no good to you now.
Stop crying in the dark,
hush hush my nymphet,
all you have is me
and all I know
is loving you
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An Essential Part
“Things arise and she lets them come;
things disappear and she lets them go.
She has but doesn’t possess,
acts but doesn’t expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it lasts forever.”
-Tao Te Ching
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Tiny geometric pebbles
wedge themselves into my
calloused heels and between my toes.
The sky is blue and dripping yellow sunlight
like buttery British water.
The leaves wave good morning
the peaches and lemons hang patiently,
waiting to ripen.
A family of deer cautiously crosses the street,
I swear one stops to wink at me;
they are the most generous neighbors
I have ever had.
Rock and Roll pours through the neighbor’s
windows, sturdy and alive.
Number twenty-five hits one into the bay
and my father’s on his feet
and hollering. I hear the dogs
barking, rooting Barry on proud
and enthusiastic;
grateful to be an essential part.
The clock inside chimes noon
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