Mary X Poems

did.
did.
the words.
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Drink up.
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you sit by yourself
all the time.
I wonder what you wonder
about
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The dipsy blonde with glasses
Is bending over again,

Trying to re-arrange her
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We wish with our placid eyes.
We gaze to the starry-sky to gain
attributes to new bells of freedom.
The rain isn’t going to stop falling.
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Who remembers
the divine abortion
standing by itself looking
like a lost-girl;
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The cats rely on me.
As soon as I open
My back door,
And put one paw onto the patterned
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</>A series of
traumas.
Of whispers for another - dead –
are the constituent parts,
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Considering treatment of
young minded,20-something
'seemingly' heterosexual males
who are white—confined
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The sun outside is melting.
I suddenly find myself painting with
Pastels and inking with chalk,
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