Blind

I was on the verge of a poem
when I realized that there isn’t enough eyeliner
to make your eyes exist
and that fact
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Undone

for once in my life
I have no desire to write
all I want
is to erase
forget
undo
my heart is open
its contents spilled
like warm, flat soda in the parking lot
useless
a heart cannot protect itself
from death
I am at the mercy
of life,
to which mercy
is nothing more
than a word.

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untitled

when the smoke cleared
everything was gone but your death
which lingers still
in my heart
warning me always
the ultimate consequence of loving
it was worth it, Aunt Shirley.

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