traces of me
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Poem 10
February 26, 2025
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Poem 10
PART I
I was a show horse affixed with blinders,
fed by commodity’s girl power,
trained by the belt,
and bred for rearing
when—
I first saw androgyny in the jello aisle at Winn-Dixie in 1999.
They were animated alike;
gelatinous, fluid, surreal.
My little eyes lingered on…
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To Be Told to Smile
October 26, 2020
If memory disturbs,
so disturbs the coquette
who’s smile no longer
belongs to self;
an umbra rebound,
branding the ceiling of the skull.
All the world’s wishes
are for shiny fruit
too pretty to eat.
Let them bite
as a rotting flower salivates,
drooling with spite.
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