Yet Still More Random Poetry

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Slut

There's a word on the tip of
your tongue,
A word I've heard before.
I suck it, hard,
right out of your mouth, and
swallow.
Build myself up
with words that would weigh me down.

[this poem is unfinished. I'm not sure how it ends...]


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Winter/Spring 2008

Winter is long, it
snows
from november 'til april.
Ice,
thick on the sidewalks, and the
drifts are hip-deep,
deeper.
It's hard to move.
You and I are
frozen,
silent,
calm as an iced-over lake.

Three weeks after the last
snow falls, it's
twenty-five above and the snow is
boiling off the sidewalks.
We crack open
like an ice flow in the thaw.
Breaking up?
Or moving again?


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