Tag: BadPoetry
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Afternoon on a Lake
We wrote poems in cigarette smoke, or sex as it ran down the side of a boat intertwined in water from a dammed-up lake, forced to exist. Ash singed the pages, humid moonlight that burned our hands until we could not touch. drops hit the glass surface, coerced water rippled. Debris floated in…
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Once, I Was Asked Why I Stayed (#1)
The necklace around my neck hands or curse words slipping across a Pine-Sol floor I should’ve cleaned better like dishes slamming against a wall the muzzle chilling my temple an empty freezer expired chipped paint over a patched hole
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