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The letter had arrived in upheaval packaged in questions. I awoke upon my back from dreams of lying in state. I looked past silver stars glimmering over the wintered earth. The cat slept on my stomach, purring into the empty womb of a barren queen.
In those nights, I knew.
In those nights, I knew.
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if the woman
.
If the woman is a stone
bury her in blue water,
If the woman is a knife
rub her til she's sharp.
His voice is a rattle at the bottom of a tin cup.
His arms are spurs, and rusted
where metal pinches leather.
He shakes like a drum in firelight
with the last fist still fresh on his back:
ama sa'ni, she grow curved low like a horseshoe,
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Needs Saying
It's always the shy ones. Memories, that is. They hang back, letting bright moments of cartoons and Christmases hold your entire attention so they can creep away to a forgotten mental corner. They don't want your reverie; they want to be left alone.
Some memories shouldn't be.
Some have something needs saying.
When I was eight, I thought I was a horrible child. I was greedy and selfish, wouldn't eat anything I was given, treated guest children like they were stupid, ran off three of my aunt's maids, ran out the hot bath water, could have gotten my cousin killed, and very nearly did the same for myself.
Perspective is funny that way. My au
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an augury of tears
your love is the wind
on water. mine heaves deeper
than cruel riptide.
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I like this. Mysterious, but it doesn't miss any details; all is stated that needs to be stated, yet it leaves you wanting to know more.