• A Fat Girl Thing

    hanging over a hunk of ham, of flesh a slice of the delicatessen in my fever dreams slices, and chunks ripples of sinfully sweet saccharine and corn dripping and my senses climax ...

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    A Fat Girl Thing
  • Other

    I was the one Who looked at you from way across the room The one who felt your pain And never gave it back I cared not If you can’t even see Just by spirit Be with me I was the girl Who felt ...

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    Other
  • Fudge

    I. Dribbling dribbling against the hardcourt of your upper-lip stubble in dark brown streaks and streaky white. II. Rivulets of hot fudge sundae toppings dispensed as circular tracks or ...

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    Fudge
  • Graduation Day

    It dawns like a day Of impending doom: I stand on the cracked second-floor corridor And stare at the rusty bars Of the three-decade-old balcony. A guttural prayer escapes my chapped lips For I ...

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    Graduation Day
  • Who Cares

    I live this strange little existence--I don't even know what it's supposed to be. Strangled, laden with shattered stuff: fragments of a heart once beating and pumping tangy blood. I breathe ...

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    Who Cares

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