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Shower

Standing outside while       it             rains is a funny thing. Especially when I’m trying not to watch you— there’s no curtain, never a curtain, because between                         us: the truth is      laid      out      like a sunbather— and I’m trying not to think about       your long … Continue reading

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Selene’s Prayer

I was born from your earth amidst clouds of dust— dirty— I was born and lived that way, severed too young from my mother’s breasts by the final meteor, I am still hot in my skull, have not yet cooled … Continue reading

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Whimpers

Not with a bang but with a whimper, I left you, sulked out of the house, lamented the clouds and the rain that wouldn’t coagulate over the cold sky, and sank back into the shadows. Nine months later I wonder: … Continue reading

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