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Sonnet 001

Though she be bare, each curve is free from chinks;

For times her life leaned on a draining source

I swore we’d last that one night over drinks

The words themselves pushing me forward with force.

I’d hoped so deep the technician was right

Restoration: new battery and case;

We’d go back to where we were that night

My mind occupied, blue light in my face.

The bulk was done and now came time to choose;

You deserve new color and brand new air;

Bells and whistles, I splurged for full kit, too!

Saving you showed me plainly I was bare.

The things I own, I told myself, held worth.

Without care, how’d I expect you to go forth?

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Poetry

Out of Me

Out of the tumbling of earth,
The fall
Has become me
And swallowed what was once stumble. 
Loam

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Poetry Writing

Warmest French Bread

I am the River Moldau collecting beneath crossed ankles.

I am the sideways push to get out from your path.

I am you, stained grey-air ash.

I am warmest French bread and condensation on the plate.

Me and the droplets waiting for spreadable Everything’s Better Butter.