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 You won't write me a grand poem Or mention me in some great speech Or draw us holding hands Though my assistance is a given... [read more] |
 I drink from a flame that won’t go out, A burning ache I can’t live without; It warms my bones, then cuts me through... A kind of fire that... [read more] |
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The calendar trembles on the wall, Its pages turning when I’m not ready at all; A broken clock keeps calling my name, But nothing it says ev... [read more] |
 “unsigned horizon” The horizon stays unsigned, a gray span that won’t take a mark. The raft holds by its own inward pul... [read more] |
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In laughter shared among the four, We wander through the orange sunset’s glow; The smell of gasoline drifts from the shore, Three voices ris... [read more] |
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I don’t even know how we got here: One minute we’re fine, the next we’re not; I keep replaying what I said, what I feared, Like there’s... [read more] |
 In ’05’s golden glow, the doors swung wide, A Harlem daughter crowned in graceful flame; She laid the table, drawing... [read more] |