memoir
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Cotton rag 300lb hot presshand-dyed hand spun merinoUnravels in mushy loopsspilling stencils, tumbling rubber stampsthai constellations and white princessesSpurt in emerald clotswillow charcoal and pale stumpspencils, pencils, pencils all rinse awayrip off this last bandagea torrent of purple prose gushes outsoaking my Chuck Taylorsruining my ironic tee slice deep the dead and dyingScrape off the
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What’s the wordLepeop no lepeop suddenly there is a room full of lepeopbetween Mandy and meWhere at the what’s the wordthe sick people placeyes I remember the headache not a headachemy arms, my legs heavy why so heavyI remember the red flashing lights on the bambulanceI remember joking with the paramedicsI knew one of the
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I am small ordinary easily overlooked.I have told myself this long enough, thenI realized I am as small as a boltIn a suspension bridge, as ordinaryas a commute on a windy day andoverlooked at one’s own peril. I recognizethe depth of the hole I will leave behind,seeing my value even if no oneelse does until
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A poem where each line ends with a word made from the letters of the single word title A weight barely bearable of being a parentHeavier than pushing a pramHarder than standing betwixt the world and my teenLift, lift each day on repeatMy love is a tender tether mistaken for a trapAs what was my
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Last Tuesday, I had carpal tunnel surgery on my left hand. I’ve had pain in both hands for years but I put off treatment afraid of losing use of my hands while healing, hoping alternative therapies would work. The pain and loss of dexterity made the decision for me. The surgery was fast. Painlessly I
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