Civil War Monument
I watch my babies climb across the nameless memories of this public grave their eager fingers burn the polished granite and engrave the plaques with flames beneath the...
Read MoreI watch my babies climb across the nameless memories of this public grave their eager fingers burn the polished granite and engrave the plaques with flames beneath the...
Read MoreThe fizz is opulent Your sweating crotch Dissolves on mine Our irridescent backs And eyeballs bright Above the citronella Candle...
Read Morewinter reveals what spring buries in green drought undresses the creek bed and shore exposes the root the sun lies shattered on ice rain peels the paint wind strips the...
Read MoreFingering the wrinkles of your leather jacket November wind clinging to the skin the cold zipper big by a basket full of sweet potatoes in the bronze reflection of the...
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