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East of Center
The desert climbs East / into the watermelon mountains, / Offering its cactus flowers to boulders / that crumble like croutons into the mouth of…
// / St. Valentine, / We use the rusty Chinese cleaver / to cut a frozen pizza on it’s own dead cardboard. / Today the ants will take the crumbs…
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You Guys, I Took Up Smoking Again
This time with Natives, not my old bougie choice / Of American Spirits. I took up nail polish / In Millennial Pink. I started mixing Sangria / With…
One night I stepped outside my life, / My casita, my blonde wig, my breasts, / my hopes, my scars, my everything, / To look up the stars (sorry,…
One yellow onion almost forgotten / And three sweet potatoes mildewing / From the outside in. A cup of milk / Left on the counter a little too…
I don’t like you, up in that machine / Suspended between lives, mildly drunk. / If I were you, I would watch the wing // Because you are much…
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