Monthly Archives: July 2017

You (micropoetry)

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I met you

and learned

that it’ll be impossible

to fall backwards

into old, unhealthy patterns

after conversations with you.

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Scapegoat

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Today, lethal injection.
Tomorrow, he’ll turn fourteen.
Neighbors, still throwing leftovers
from the verdict, will study the downcast
scowl and fleshy pout to deduce, “He’ll
be just like his thug father, just look
at him.” So in five years, at his
own trial,
they could nudge the other’s rib:
“See? Told you so”

Platonic Love

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I want to find

your favorite

bouquet of flowers,

 

place it before you

on the coffee table,

watch you smile,

 

watch them wilt

overtime,

ashamed of standing

 

next to your beauty,

and endurance

compared to their petals

 

and even then,

that’s not enough

love I can give .