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Mud Musings

A mattress on the floor –
I lay on my side
and stare at the wall.

You forget. Then you wake.
Another crushing heart break.

When she dies
They’ll eat her eyes.

Bare –
There’s no baby in there.

She’s a hollow girl –
filled only by the night
and that one fight
where he tells his wife.

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Breakup

I’ll carry it for you –
hold it steady, however heavy
crushed underfoot
The flowers spring back
toward the sun
in the warming light.

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Garden Variety

Lover,
my tongue dances across your lips
where the heat coils tight –
I become the snake
basking in the firelight
wrapped, and
like wax
melt into your arms.

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