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Michael H
I bought you a cherry cola when we stopped for gas outside the city borders,you looked bored, my shades atop your head,my bubble gum lost in your jaws,until, of course, you saw the Adonis behind the counter, saving for college, blushing a little, but flashing a smile,as you waved like Queen Cleopatra. Your eyeliner was…
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Watching My Son Sleep
Sleeping safe,grandmother’s blanket by the foot of the bed,crocheted squares crashed to the floor long ago,because just like me,there is fire in your veins,tornadoes tattooed inside of your skin,and you could never stay in one place for too long.I tuck you back in,my throat full of all the things I want to say,but my mind…
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Growing Up
I think wistfully about what I will be like when I grow up. Clean credit cards, a clean sink that gleams, as if it has never glimpsed a dirty dish, a son, settled into sleep (I am so convinced it is a boy), while I write, perched on the windowsill, singing softly to my assorted…
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Mary’s Boy Came Home
You came home, long hair billowing in the spring winds, sunlight shining through the open door as the sea of your mother’s tears finally parted and peace returned to her pillow. She lived another lifetime in the time you were gone, her eyes were weary but her arms were welcoming, and you fit so neatly…
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Family Ties
Blood can be so thick, but it never flows easy, water, you can trust.