Tag: Pom
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Fat
As I undress, I watch my flesh swell.I notice the sheaves of my hips,my marshy belly rivered with surgery scars—and I fall in love with the acreage of my life.The four years, that I unraveled into cancer,I do not miss. Nor the weight of my happinessshriveling into a stick man- vacating skin and bone turning…
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Prayers and Miracles for a Daughter Passed On
When his daughter died he made a church of his pain, the only truth he believed— the truth of his grief.In that shrine, he could pray, must pray:“Lord, suffer me to know these wounds of which I am. Savor, ease this lonely creature.”“Everything must die in the beauty of your grace.For in that loss I…
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River Ode
The lavender skin river whispered with a maiden’s call. Bonnet curls kissed her banks in a flush of forgiving tears for the trawlers bruising her mercy and calm, each departing an oily scar that dispersed in the flow, for the water is never mean this cold season to those that whip her …
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Beyond the Dying Cloud
When a cloud dies doves and eagles dip their wings in mournful ‘memberance. When the sky dies it rots black in despairing soot of ash and pain. When the moon dies it’s mourned by the elliptical kisses of the planets beyond. When a planet dies the universe gently cradles it and lullaby’s…
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On this Acre of Unspoiled Comfort
On this acre of unspoiled comfort the hard winds blow once again now. Through this acre of unspoiled comfort the house falls once again now. This acre of unspoiled comfort so unlike a broken cry. This acre of unspoiled comfort once so sun caressed with smiles. This acre of unspoiled comfort once standing on unburied…