sage

deliverancedead of night,deliverance
she slips away, escapes his hands,
heavy and hot even in sleep
into the lake she walks,
taking dark water between her legs soft and cool,
its weight light
unmarred
by struggle,
the unending duties
of a good wife


stonewashedmy hearts beaten out like laundrystonewashed
by the river,
stone pounded by depression-era women never able to quiet the smells of living and dying, loving and leaving in that sun-bleached life-stained fabric
like an old farmers denim, my hearts worn slick with wanting you
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To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
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To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
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I'm your Lover, I'm your Zero.
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