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Flesh in a porcelain finish—because breaking apart was
only the first step.
Death: a thrift store mirror, cracked in all the bright places.
Roadkill. How it talks back.
Question : Are we there yet?
Feel the wind coming in fours.
Listen to the seasons galloping. The hunters dropping
quail mid-flight.
Kneel if you’ll take me, lips flushed past open.
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only the first step.
Death: a thrift store mirror, cracked in all the bright places.
Roadkill. How it talks back.
Question : Are we there yet?
Feel the wind coming in fours.
Listen to the seasons galloping. The hunters dropping
quail mid-flight.
Kneel if you’ll take me, lips flushed past open.
Kneel any... See more
Notes for the Newly Winged
Poems
Kevin Mialky • 3 cards
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People are poetry. Or rather, poetry is people. And sometimes I'm sad or mad or tired or annoyed, but I love you I love you I love you I love you.
If love is in the air
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and s
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