put it on its back

when they stop staring
at your ass
you need their ogles back
enough to tell the
very superior old pale lie
you reserve for
more-often occasions:
your younger sister found blue in her crib.

...You were so young.

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potential

In the sandbox
you were the
firemanson
But now you're
afraid to smile
because it shows
the creases life has
made in your face
though you know
everyone around you
wherever you are
in the small town

and the only
way they know
your face is by lineage

you know they
hunger to see
your face crumple
that they
delight in
the signs dying things
give
and you try not to.

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walk!

After I
swipe off
your wing-feathers
You're
interesting
only for as long
as you face
gravity
like the fucking
rest of us.

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"i love you"

That you're convinced
I'm lying
makes me wish
I were
being truthful.

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the red crayon

I'm at my best when I
dull and shorten you
and resent that you
always reappear
sharp and tall.

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la tristesse durera toujours

Every person
knows exactly where
his heart is and
Van Gogh kept
his intact.

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