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American Sentences instead of a confession

I have been working a lot of OT the last few weeks. Before that it was Read Write Poem’s overhaul, even though Dana did most of the heavy lifting.

So here is a brief post as I start my workday. American Sentences.

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Any fear of -nessless pushes me to extravagances, not loss.

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Listen: rustled paper scratches feather paths worn down to milky bone.

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The sharp smell of burning toast brings back bitter lost opportunities.

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I’d drink you like morning coffee but you scald my lips with milky steam.

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2 Comments

  1. christine says:

    Deb, each one of these is a gem. I love the first one, it says so much about you, a part of you I already think I knew. A confirmation. And drinking someone like a cup of coffee, mmmm.

    Thanks for all the RWP stuff. It is a lot, you and Dana both.

  2. odessa says:

    love each of the sentences. especially love the burning toast one!