The Roman head
Perfect. //
The golden light outlining the features of the statue’s simple face, //
capturing my attention every time I visit. //
Should I come by more often?
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Poetry
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A toast to all the heartless poets
Here’s a toast to all the heartless poets
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Utterance
The first time I saw you, you still had your dark hair.
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Promises extended
The smoke sticks all over and lingers. //
I’m suddenly afraid of man and his promise, //
for it smells like a cigarette.
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Grandma
lie when you’re tired, //
lie when you’re brave, //
such a great shame, //
such easy handles.
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Aftershocks
A thunderclap never truly dies, instead //
It bores itself deep into places unseen;
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This is not a secret
I call it a mercy— my buried pretense, my unspoken lie, but a guilty conscience is a gunshot wound— it
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Thirst drinking saltwater
It begins with the word, of the mouth that shaped it, the breath that cups it, and the body that
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Oraphim
The sun bursts from displacement – Entropy begins. Allow it. Rings of rings of of rings of of rings