Linda Hepner Poems

Bring back my email,
Lordy, bring it back.
I never meant to send it,
I never meant to press
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When he was two they scampered
on the field far towards the trees
and he picked wild cherries off the grass
and tried to eat them; her
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One talks, the other listens;
One runs, the other dreams;
Each perfect body glistens
One quarter from my genes.
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Bad press, that’s what we got, bad press,
Caught by our color, black we are, caught caught,
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Happy New Year tsunami
Happy New Year hurricanes
Happy New Year earthquakes
Happy New Year floods
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When I was four I crossed the road
To pick some flowers growing wild
In meadows lovely to a child
Allowed to roam the birds' abode.
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I’m walkin’ through the desert
Sand gets in your toes
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Call me bardesque
but not grotesque
even when I distort
call me bardette
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Once she was tender, soft skin, soft heart, milk
Of human kindness pouring from her veins;
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Oh god of buggies, bring me a Bugatti!
I’ve seen a massive, stunning, glossy print
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