San Francisco
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My Moon (poem #570)
Sun turnstiles and I am revolving around you. In orbit, you do not glow, glitter, or emanate a light source,…
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Minds twisted (poem #569)
Minds twisted, twirls, turnpikes, a gyre gyrating under pressure, a God’s fist knuckles in the Earth.
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The edge (poem #568)
Sun watching. The dreams of the world. I am here and holding the sun together, the edge of the night.…
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Remember (poem #567)
Memories fragile, ripped away a stretch, reaching for-was it something I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
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New Strength (poem #566)
Muscle rip, tears to heal, a new form ache, and aching for a time after, rinse repeat. new muscle, new…