Heat, heat
like windows melting,
and the only one who heard
was someone's kid sister,
standing in a blue
shadow, cradling
one hand in the other.
Outside our better selves
are scattering.
Truth carries two black eyes.
Didn't you know
that no one is good
with a swollen face?
We are down to
fingers
tucked inside a
naked pocket too big for
comfort, too small for
escape. And there
is June bursting under
our skin, ripe like
balloons and third trimesters.
Even a world in our mouths
isn't able to hold
what we've tasted
flying away.














Devious Comments
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
--
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
--
"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
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As we grow older, we do not get any younger.
xxxxxx
excelent
--
Who's that woman on your arm,
all dressed up to do ya harm?
And I'm hip to what she'll do;
give her just about a month or two.
--
let's go play on a baggage carousel
--
and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love, and the reason i do not fall into this street is love.
-e.e. cummings
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