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Reflections in Winter

I am afraid of my mirror; slick, silver, sleek. I see you there. I think it’s me, but it’s you. You are all that gives me me; you give me…

Dear Lydia

I don’t know how to say it. I don’t know how to bring it up. Growing up I was taught to be silent in the wake of empty rooms, in…

Diversion

There’s charred anguish I pack along old burns inside of me diversions Diversions are forms of failure like bent nails I made a poem of your pain      rust-bitter      shreds of…