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She stopped tally at fifty-four;
how many more?
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She eats her pop corn plain
and she never eats it all.
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Confined
between the Sierra
by Runawaytrain
78 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 30 9:28 AM 2007
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Fell asleep in Iowa,
woke up in Idaho
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Albuquerque in October;
blazing sunrise,
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Faith is a prison
when it binds thinking.
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Confined / between the Sierra and the ocean; / smog fills my head. / Armies of leased BMWs jam traffic, / driven by windshield warriors; / phones growing out of their ears. / Living out of Starbucks;
by Runawaytrain
68 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 20 8:27 PM 2007
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Independent eyes would not share a color.
by Runawaytrain
32 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 22 11:12 AM 2007
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Beads of sweat slide between my breasts, while I toss stale bread on the lawn
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She walked through fire to free herself
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Eyes of Venus would not share a color.
by Runawaytrain
30 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 29 5:28 AM 2007
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I shared a shower with a cock roach
by Runawaytrain
16 lines, 8 comments,
on Jan 13 11:02 AM 2007
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Albuquerque in October;
blazing sunrise,
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Independent Eyes
could not share a color;
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I am looking for \apostrophe poems.\ An apostrophe poem is a poem directly addressed to a person or thing (often absent).
Examples of apostrophe poems are:
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Confined
between the Sierra and the ocean;
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mattress stained
with semen and menstrual blood
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Eyes of colorindependent of each other; blue like cold marine depthsblue like your soul drowning in insecurity.
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Feeling confined
between the Sierra and the ocean;
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The first picture I ever drew
was of the Sierra ridge,
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Strip the wren’s bed,
mow down the Yokut home,
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Driving east,
as the sun sets,
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The unwashed plate
slid out of soapy hands
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How can it disappear
when you're watching it, loving it?
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The first picture I ever drew
was of the Sierra ridge
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flaming geysers splashing high.
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Sitting on the back porch
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Sitting on the back porch
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Feeling confined again between the Sierras and the ocean,
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Pop corn air
hot butter lures them to lines.
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A violet bruised sky
the stars, pinholes
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She threw her clothes on in the dark
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