Tag Archives: Devon J. Boen

Becoming Woven

I learned my bones were angry had one to pick you couldn’t blame them all brittle and grumbling for milk and health. Nobody is tamed by the body unless it curves and complains   The pain is a story. Devon … Continue reading

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To My Brother in the Bad Jacket

You come in all cotton all cheeks all eye-fucking me the look First name Sky like the blue, the dead, the ominous, the unapologetic with a syllable, sounds like lure sucked on the end. Your pockets ripped your cigarette’s slipped … Continue reading

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The liberty skin cell shedding

The closeted socio-political junkie I haven’t met yet – living on New York ribs, steak fries, wedge cut.             I liked the thin ones you didn’t ask much. Sharp heavy hands aggregating Coke and Pepsi shame stories, exposing sins committed on … Continue reading

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