Our sandbox
growing up had holes
in the bed of it
Pale as an hourglass
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Black Shiner
Frozen confessional
never mending last meal
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There isn’t an end
written down
Don’t you understand
white spaces
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I'll leave
as I am bound
to leave I reckon
as she reckoned
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Above the Garage
guilt spilled black licorice
unto a glass floor god awfully kissed.
The attic hadn't kept
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The cage
does it not abandon
us nor ribbons
unclothe limbs
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Dead-ended snowflakes
unfolding off the dashboard
barefooted as if an old attic ladder had
strangle held rungs smothered in a glovebox
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Graveyard Shift
Think me morbid
If you'd rather
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