December 2010
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vegetables.
the grocer bags us so that
our identities are lost.
it’s hard living with numbers and names
and shelf lives,
away from the abundance of
a farmer’s land,
the moist black soil in between our toes,
worms squirming in our
lush green locks,
the sun beating down
so much it hurt.
but the supermarket mist
is only a taste of the moisture we once enjoyed.
the refrigeration,
...
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dear poetry, sorry i've been such a flake.
scrap this.
scratch those permanent lines of termination through these awful words.
abort this half-born child.
snuff this flame.
stop his awful breath,
kill the bastard.
rip it to shreds.
grind this with your morning coffee.
burn this.
slice it to pieces,
watch it crumble,
watch it die,
watch it sink.
end this.
trash this.
destroy this.
scrap this.
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dear little person inside of phone, please stop...