

On SorrowYou spent September trying to get him out of your head.On Sorrow
You had a fever, wasnt that a good excuse?
Every night you wrote a letter
about why he should never have left, about birds hitting the window,
feathers piling on the ground,
and a kite you bought just because it reminded you of him. It refused
to fly. Each day the clouds got thick but then dispersed. You forgot to rake the leaves,
so the grass died. Trees wept not orange or yellow, but brown. Then it was his birthday. When it snowed,
you went outside barefoot
and c


After the Bears LeftThe day the bears left, I grew breasts. You went home to find another woman in your bed. I did not go far into the woods to learn that you had known why the crows flocked one by one into my yard.After the Bears Left
To find another woman in your bed, I did not go far. She had hidden in the bramble of the mustard weeds. When the crows flocked one by one into my yard, shed been living in your bedroom for a week.
She had hidden in the bramble of the mustard weeds when the fire came that took the bears away. Shed been living in your bedroom for a week? I did not know you knew


Fairy Tale1.Fairy Tale
In every story, youve become the victim. Telling how he gave you pictures and told you stories
in which you were always the princess, how the pictures were dirty
and every story ended in a tower. He was out of work and anyways,
you were still a child. He said you were beautiful because you had long hair.
2.
You keep trying to remember the first thing you touched that he had touched.
Wasnt it a jarful of honey or a photograph, a fern that he had kept and dried especially for you? If you cant rememb


Ursus americanusWhen you still responded to my letters, I wrote to you about the bears Id found in western Virginia. A whole family of them. How I fed them acorns from my hand and they taught me how to climb their trees. The tallest was the hemlock. Each time I triedUrsus americanus
to reach its top, I slipped. I ate their berries. I scraped my knee. I rode their backs the way a herring rides a stream.
If you dont want to believe me, theres a pine needle tucked and tangled in my dress, a burr caught behind my ear,
and my eyes are so fervent, my handwriting so small, that you
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Tristan is not a monkey he just smells like one
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
and thanks for the link
I actually don't write much
"list" poetry, though I do
have a couple of them in my
featured gallery, but I do
enjoy reading them.
I'm perusing the excerpts
right now and they're quite
interesting.
thanks again.
xo!
shane
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could be anything
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