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you see something crippling and delicate in all womenwas it your mother or your father who taught you that we must all be handled with sympathy?surely not the one who tore her body opento give you lifeso, I ask you to try and understandthat I am more than what you have been taught a womancan…
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I don’t want you and I don’t love you. I haven’t felt anything remotely close to those feelings in longer than I can remember. Longer than we were even together. I can coexist in the same world as you without feeling the ache of heartbreak that used to be nailed on to your name. We…
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it’s not obsession, I know obsession it’s something to be feared I fear that I am sick with love even my bones long to be broken by you if it was the only way to be touched this endearment is a virus it is a violent act to my very being a betrayal a blight…
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they say you’ll be different when you find the right onea platitude I have not learnedto take comfort from that is not to say that I am not giving itopportunity or hope but if pain has named meif it has given me features, shape, depth, edges, coloringthen who am I when it evolves, finds a…
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it was not death that took himbut as I lay here next to cold sheetsforgetting what his voice sounded likeor the way his face still seemedsomewhat youthfulafter that first deploymentand the places his hands bruised bestwhen he returnedit might as well have beenbut he’s out there runningriding a wave of paindrowning in the warmth of…
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I could do itstretched hoursturning dirtquiet nightsturning pagesraising flagsraising babiescontentment with whatthey seeas less but we know is the most I could do itslow, tender, intentional, blameless loveone touch, one desireI couldbut only for him the blood& the bones
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There are parts of that day and I remember so vividly. The sound of the gravel road beneath our feet. The way it crunched in response to our steps was almost soothing.. inviting.. Saying yes, come into these woods, please. I have always felt the pull in these places to go deeper into the quiet.…
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some of us knowthat we are better as a conceptthan a realitywe don’t preach distanceor glorify solitudefor our own peacebut for yours the blood& the bones
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I do love you in my own way. But I wish I could love you differently mirroring what you say you feel for me. I want to want you in that way. I should want you in that way for all the sacrifices you made and the vows we said before God and everyone. But…
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I think the saying goes that years run togetherso it’s no surprise that so many of mine became indiscernible from the otherI have tried to take account of the journey, my journey (even though I hate that word), when I wonder how I got herecompletely unsure of just how much time I spent floating, lulled…
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The Blood & The Bones 