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The Inking
I was standing, barren, flat and unbuilt in the mirror that ran the length of the shop thinking how very much my ribs looked like mile markers and my body looked like a cartoon skeleton, breastless and pushed around by invisible scribes. You see, then, during the weeping summer, I lacked the sinue and tissue…
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air to air
I lay at night now, cold, under the fan, like waiting in the darkness will arrange me to awake differently. The air blows around me and I listen to stillness, to the the whisp whisp whisp of the fan. I am alone in the giant bed, my arms flung wide, wondering why I had to…
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magic
it’s magic still in my doorway the ever-moving captured image of your bending lines, leaning a little to the left a puzzle to the afternoon your eyes half closed a pause and then you push in to the threads that built this afternoon i watch this moment like a cloud shadow and assume a poem…
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all new story
I’m awake for an echo, lightning on a tuesday, my shoulders squared to June not quite ready for the cloud burst i taste on your tongue, i stack myself in to half shadows, catching there, alone on this stoop, half the sun to begin, i can offer this warm skin, and lips like a story…
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you had time
With this playing, I am sunlit and 22, crossing bridges, making for the ocean settling north on a highway all alive with the rocks and satisfaction. the steaming desert is farther back than i can hold with its life made of cracked heat and wild horizons and the smell of august rain on scorching earth…
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William Smith
Writer & Journalist