my eyelids fall toward my satchel
like the drop of water
off the glass she was holding.
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- a definition -- am i a "post-avant?"
- this isn't my poem...and i don't know who it's by,...
- "For who but I should understand love with all its...
- Older poem, slightly revised...
- Apologies for the grossness of this poem...for tho...
- A new flood of poems, some old, rediscovered ones,...
- i give up
- Words plum (after a really silly menu that's badly...
- Untitled, #49 (I'm cheating cause it's an older po...
- Such Thoughts In Summer, #48
- Short (a small exercise), #48
- Do I Finish You, Afterall? #47
- Unfinished Poem in Spanish, #46
- Under a Gigantic Memorial for the Carabineros de C...
- This is Probably More of a Worry Thought than a Po...
- Mi abuelo ha envejecido, #43
- Blues, #42
- hey all, sorry for the delays, the wrist is REALLY...
- A Jewish Melody, Congregacion Israelita, Buenos Ai...
- #40 ya'lls!!1! Autumn's Child
- Voices, #39
- After a Long While (on the Metro)
- Plucked Guitar #38
- #37, I apologize for the suckitude....
- #36, and it needs lots of help
- #35, Heat
- With an Elated Heart I Stare at a List of Argentin...
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