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Ragged Point Inn
My mother knows nothing
more than I do but she carries it better.
If she were a metaphor I could turn into her.
Triage for the Unsaid
The waiting room is a collage of almosts: almost asleep, almost calm, almost able to explain.
Thirty & Speech Acts
The older we get, the more hardened we are
in our tastes, forming into ourselves
like a kilned clay.
Elegy at 6.6137 N, 3.3553 E
I met my father's eyes for the first time
when she passed
I wanted a language to say goodbye
I never wanted his eyes.
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