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0 Days Since My Heart’s Last Nonsense
I tell you every day, when I wake up, a slave in your sheets, that it doesn’t have to be true love. I follow you from morning, ‘til night, agonising over the accuracy with which you target my soul, by doing nothing in particular, but being so damn persuasive. Being in love is a messy,…
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New Visual Poem – Life Is Beautiful
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Wallpaper
You had come to help my mother move house. We were pretending that you were just a friend, because it’s hard to explain the desperation of your separation, when you’re separating someone else’s whole life apart, to pack into neat boxes, where nothing is complicated. We said we’d save it for dinner, we’d tell her…
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Mi Alma
You and I, by the church, holding hands, listening to Cindy Scott, in sweet silence, that didn’t frighten or bore me. That’s when I knew, as the night wrapped her arms around us, the sun fast asleep, behind the tall trees of the square, your hand, still holding mine, trembled and teased me, and my…