Tag: #poetry
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#081: to the ancestors

and their dusky pink bathtubs that were all the rage filled to the lip with bubbles big enough to hold their rage their joy, their day if given lip, myth of mouths being scrubbed lavender hiccups joined by Luna’s hum harmonize to trill a rub-a-dub-dub and swimming back and forth to the beat of this…
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#080: from the sky or the hose

Look! How the parched grass Contorts their yellowing tongues To the hope of rain
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#079: a shiny new system
quitting one loop to join another cycle hoping this new trial is more helix than hula hoop growth with direction in a form that’s concise though, in truth, abs would still be nice
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#078: where the food is (an acrostic)
Frozen no more, but chilled to perfection Remnants of Tuesday’s feast lay idle in tupperware I open and close, procrastinate, open and close Doors filled with condiments and plant milk Glass shelves stained by loose coriander and limes Every so often spring onions winter from a fickle thermostat.
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#077: it’s hot (cinquain practice)

not now! forearm hot skin shouted up to the sun their fried antennas signalling for clouds