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Titanic Dreams
Lately I’ve been thinking about the Titanic Especially when I try to go to sleep I dream of being submerged in the freezing ocean It’s not romantic I cling to things I can’t keep I hear screaming and see commotion To know that death is inescapable I turn side to side My elbows and hips
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The Heart-Door House
It rained all day But I had to get out of the house, either way I strolled the neighborhood, alone, at night In the rain-sleet I wore my heated gloves and layers Just to walk a few blocks on repeat I held my umbrella strong, like a tennis player A few forlorn Christmas trees hugged
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The Woman on the Quiet Beach
Her nails were painted turquoise We stood on the shore She said, “I just can’t take the noise” She tossed some half-peeled oranges into the bay The sky above us and beyond was gray The water at our feet just barely lapped She pulled out her earplugs I was taken aback A black-white Bufflehead dove
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My Dog & the Meat Rescue
There’s a lot to be learned from canines Those furry creatures have always captivated my heart and mind I watched my neighbor from his kitchen window My dog always likes to walk by his house So at night on our walk, by the little brick building we would go The man didn’t believe in blinds
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The Rush
I was hurrying, frantic Talking tangentially, in a panic Trying to beat the sun She told me, eventually That I was worse than the villain in a Marvel movie I tried so hard with people pleasing, but the woman knew me She said, “Move at your pace The torrent of life will otherwise whisk you
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Our Cruise
There’s three things in my suitcase For five days I’ll be out of this place I should pack more, we both should I’ve packed a wetsuit, almond butter, and prenatal vitamins You were talking about bringing wine – that would be good The water and your eyes are bound to shine like diamonds I’m gonna
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War on My Gremlins
This year I’m going to kill my gremlins All my inner critics and self-doubt-seed planters I’ve got a new vision One without the Devil’s banter What if I could be strong and courageous? Let my real self out of the cages? I’ve got to dig through the weeds of my gray matter Past all the
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The Puppy Park
On New Year’s Eve some venture out to the bar Me, I go to the park Some guy named Steve yelled as others entered, “Watch out, he’s a kisser!” My kind of people hang out in that place – all to get their fix Despite the cold air We hold our iced coffees and throw
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Outside Grace
There was a phone number on the glass pane of the church It said to call for assistance I was feeling hurt in my existence, and a little appalled So I pulled out my phone and called There was no answer On a cloudy Monday afternoon Not even to voicemail did my call go through
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My Inner Critic
Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with my inner critic She likes to bring uncomfortable things up And she gets specific In front of others At parties And even when I’m under the covers She showed up today at the post office I’d picked out a thank you card for a friend who gave me a
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