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April ends: 2005

by Cristy M.

1

You jest, I gather

I jest, you don't.



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2

My boyfriend looks confused

when I read him

poetry and

say,

"This is my life for you."



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3

Tea gets cold quickly

and half of it gets tossed.



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4

Sometimes I think

it is

better to sing

things

than say them.



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5

There are signs posted

everywhere

till it is exhausting

and I rebel by

shutting the curtains.



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6

The ladybug

drops dozens for dimes

on a cheek first

then a flower petal--

and it's a welcome

bug everytime. Pretty

things shit too.



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7

Reply not being

sent, again. Indifferent,

the girl is indisposed

marvelling riotously

at his constant rappings.



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8

I am infant

resting in the

palms of expiration.



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9

My purse is

a bottomless dirge

of bobbles, lipgloss,

and scribbled-on

napkins.



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10

I am called Sparky

not as a lap daog

but as a firework

that never fizzles out.



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11

Five minutes lasts

the longest of all

the times on

every clock.



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12

Scour the streets

for a longing, apathy

is restless wanting

for company met.



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13

I am neither

dyslexic or stupid

yet I was

sure that the sign

referred to

a poultry fetishist: the

mallard molestor. (Upon

the sign: Rubber Duck,

on the way home

from work.)



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14

Occupation: a

clerical errorist, a

student of sounds

and syllabicidal

tendencies.



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15

Bob: I wish

you were cooler--like,

you are man frozen

in an ice cube

and, by now,

twenty-four you should've

thawed out.



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16

There is nothing

hotter than all of

my twenty-three turning

into wet sixteen

mush everytime he

jumps the fence

to see me.



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17

Color me

a coat of armor.



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18

My poems read

"No anything."



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19

"They all

have chickens

in their backyards"

or "How you can

tell a Santero."



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20

My conversation

pieces make

better as poetry

sometimes.



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21

Now I am spinning

a grin between

my teeth: what

it is to write poetry.



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22

To pee in a sushi

resaurant, you must

walk past the kitchen

everytime.

Why must this be so?

(sneeze quietly and

belch closely)

Is this unsanitary

much?



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23

I would were

men like dancing.

12/10/2006

Posted on 12/10/2006
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