Out on the Limb

Breathing slowly through this one,
in the wait and see of a thing budding.
Will we follow nature’s lead to bloom
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Breathing slowly through this one,
in the wait and see of a thing budding.
Will we follow nature’s lead to bloom
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fall off pedestal
ego dry like autumn leaves
fall deeper in love
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Emaciated
bones and need prominent.
I mask it in the voluminous clothing of patience and silence until
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They are well-connected,
comfortable in each other’s skin.
For them
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I found out today that my beautiful, 17-year-old niece
Has been cutting
Up and down the sacred arm
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After two years of dating,
I am weary of half-ways and fizzles
and men who have had the primal trained right out of them,
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Several years it’s been going on.
The graveyard now in cramped quarters,
flimsy wood crosses
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The other side of push is the pull,
the get close pull away insanity
of never really landing
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Our edges are torn unclean.
Our toes are jammed full of the earth we’ve trudged —
the clammy swampy river and the soft hot sand.
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Skulking behind bushes and
under parked cars.
Keeping to the night shadows
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He pulled himself away from me
like the medical tape I had to use
for months after six painful knee surgeries
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Emotion
like San Francisco fog gliding over foothills
rich,
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