Mary X Poems

We walked the street without a care
in the world, me and Daisy. Daisy
and I. We talked
about Nirvana
...

The room is empty.
Unless you count
an empty shell
that sits
...

There’s something
in this room
that’s wrong.
...

I want an old typewriter.
my friend told me that she got
a second-hand one
today,
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We travelled into Eden
Just to find destruction.
A war of beauty.
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Every time I flip
the page of this
book:
‘Brave New World’
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This coin spins with a magnetic current
Under it’s wing.
I spin it with anticipation: see which side surfaces.
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Who knows whom?
Which pencil is mine?

Who sits where?
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Step into my well.
Step into my well.

Feel yourself falling
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