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I meet myself in closets,
amidst heavy soled shoes,
semen soiled underwear, erect trouserflies,
shirtsleeves pinned on hangers.
You open doors, spilling my secrets into the day.
We share rituals that save us from madness.
I walk toward myself
and dance in the circle of your light,
the warmth of your fire
I hear the familiar chant
and smell the essential same sea
I press you to my heart and hear the beat
which is mine
— Nov 04, 2025 09:59PM
amidst heavy soled shoes,
semen soiled underwear, erect trouserflies,
shirtsleeves pinned on hangers.
You open doors, spilling my secrets into the day.
We share rituals that save us from madness.
I walk toward myself
and dance in the circle of your light,
the warmth of your fire
I hear the familiar chant
and smell the essential same sea
I press you to my heart and hear the beat
which is mine
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Paul
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no work, no pay
she doesn’t miss a day...
Into her body
she sucked the sun,
the soil, into her fingers
her pores,
into her nostrils,
her throat
the white chemical dust
sprayed from the cropduster
into her blood
that ran through her child
who died writhing like a hooked worm.
She did not work
that day.
Displeased,
he docked her pay.
He did not offer
her child’s grave
to be planted in the shade
of his elm.
— Nov 08, 2025 10:33AM
she doesn’t miss a day...
Into her body
she sucked the sun,
the soil, into her fingers
her pores,
into her nostrils,
her throat
the white chemical dust
sprayed from the cropduster
into her blood
that ran through her child
who died writhing like a hooked worm.
She did not work
that day.
Displeased,
he docked her pay.
He did not offer
her child’s grave
to be planted in the shade
of his elm.
