It feels as if I’m only losing my years. It consumes me.
Category:
Poems
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Do you remember the memory of that sound? What is it about that great sound that covers you in a memory glove that takes over you and spins you around …
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If you asked me today, I would pack a bag and run.
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Now you don’t call me by my name.
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Naive Like flipping off evergreens Out of envy I still love you Just a little less Than before En repose I thank God For the deer The chipmunks The bunnies …
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I sit still, frozen because of your presence.
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I buried you. Destroyed you. Why are you here?
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I grace grandeur with my presence As I wake up to take my antidepressants This just might be a good day