Sing the unprincipled hymns
of democracy, that absent parent.
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Their locutions flit over my head, like a murder of crows
fleeing a foggy sunrise in the east. Mother told me to smile
Two cups of rice, no matter
how broken, will let you live
to another day.
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the girl we all call the Queen of Halloween
“It’s like I’ve gone through the looking glass.
Never to return again.”
I loved both of them,
but that doesn’t mean they weren’t stupid.
There’s some love
That waits
And some that leaves
And she’s never held a single
poetic thought in mind, never