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my child
Your eyes, half-hidden under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder. Advertisements
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dance with death
Twirl me round with wide, wild steps. Never let go. photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif
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Stigmata
My bloodstained boots Carry me through doors Into foreign lands And hostile territories. Generations And generations Of ancestors At the mercy of their cells Follow closely behind.
Reflection in a Mirror at the Mayflower Hotel
As your arms wrap tightly around me, I wonder if your face had the same expression when you hugged your wife after French toast with powdered sugar.
Pit Bulls, Valium, Ira Glass, and GW Parkway
drive into DC: December 1, 2012
becoming
I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.
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