Poetry
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A poem about losing friendship
Madrid’s Jewel (My Very Own Substance For Loneliness) She was right But I did love her in case you wondered. I fell asleep on her shoulder, I remember her sleepily pulling the comforter over me, a dazed smile, I, alit & her, sloppy with grace I drunkenly cried into her another night, broken like never…
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Little poems I’m writing!
I promise I’m learning to crawl out of the soft, fleshy, psychoanalytic foyer carpeting that is you in my mind/ I do not think of you / not really, not until I’m getting ready to leave / in the dusk of the morning & a single inside-out shag sock signals a sordid sense of every…