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Dear White Ponies

Feb. 19, 2013 / by / 0 Comments

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“Mother,

strange goddess face

above my milk home,

that delicate asylum,

I ate you up.

 

All my need took

you down like a meal.

 

What you gave

I remember in a dream:

the freckled arms binding me,

the laugh somewhere over my woolly hat,

the blood fingers tying me shoe,

the breasts hanging like two bats

and then darting at me,

bending me down.… More

The Death Baby

Feb. 19, 2013 / by / 0 Comments

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“I was an ice baby.

I turned to sky blue.

My tears became two glass beads.

My mouth stiffened into a dumb howl.

They say it was a dream

but I remember that hardening.

 

My sister at six

dreamt nightly of my death:

“The baby turned to ice.… More