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blessed beyond the curseNewest
portrait in a yellow sundressself portrait in a yellow sundressportrait in a yellow sundress
triangle toes: my smallest toes curve inward
from years of ballet slippers
and curling them under
looking at the ground trying to talk to you through
the shadows of my eyelashes virgin and untouched by mascara
and hollows of knees: show strain in concave soft places hidden against white wicker chairs or asphalt when its cool enough to touch and not get bitten bent in envy of my kneecaps wanting to be the sister in the sun I always knew
they were more beautiful
Achilles tendons
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Barbara and Louise.Barbara and Louise
In August '04, Louise Roberts lost her left breast, and she wasn’t a woman anymore. She was a scar, a new padded bra, a look in the mirror like self loathing, but lower around Estee Lauder rosa rosa lips. Anything less just wasn't good enough.
Four years ago last July, Barbara Renner got the news and never doubted it. She should have died in December, then in May, then in 2008, and she never doubted it, and she never gave up.
Louise Roberts told me to smile and cross my ankles in front of men &n
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Toujours.Toujours
1932
June came to the forest outside of Colmar in a blanket of golden pollen. It exhaled from the stalks of knee-high grass with the rush of Everard’s footfalls.
He paused in the middle of a meadow where the sun steamed through the floating pollen. His blond hair fell into his eyes.
Janelle faced him in the shadow of the spruce trees, protected by their lowered bows. “Everard, they didn’t say they’d wait for us forever.”
The wind blew the hem of her white sundress and the pollen like snow.
He took the few strides to the edge
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je te fais confianceEven whenje te fais confiance
I rest my chin upon your shoulder I am in a thousand places with a thousand names a thousand different textures in the air
just threshed wheat the sting of the sea that whispers in my joints and calls me home but I ignore it
I close my eyes and we're in Cannes where I've never been before and i'm only leaning on your shadow and the air still smells like green corn and summer and wet earth and the taste on the backs of our tounges turned white and sour was once peaches or the memory of peaches or nothing at all
You have to
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Steven.Steven
Steven
We were so naïve, made of chalk drawings of suns and cubes in the drive, paisley jumpers or jeans with holes and mud under fingernails.
To think, a stick was just a stick and not a sword or a metaphor between us. And our multiplying freckles were only signs of age, not beauty or relics of kisses left by angels and mothers and you.
We left the only magic in the rows of planted pines miles between our houses, not the circles of mushrooms or the tree-rain that lingered every day after four.
What we were, we never
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