divorced
/in habits
are lost the in shuffle
are couched the in metaphors power our shaky idioms
i must loosen the bite
of reflex/
consciously:
i will put the weights out
back to gather the afternoon sun
for five o'clock when
grinding teeth, from
sputtering mucus, of
the tantrum in my lungs
through the bench press -
in time with
each cute
little moment
i'm learning
to swallow
.
(c) AP, 2008
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Actually, I've changed my mind about cute. I am absolutely no help. Fuck you, this is wonderful. Smells like plywood.
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I liked the whole fuckin' thing. I'm surprised. It reads like talking. You faded at the end, a little, I think. The sarcasm in cute doesn't bode well with me. I don't know if bode means what I want it to. That's about it.
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