we have eyes like embers,
and hands of history.
my house is unknown.
names cease to grow.
i am atmosphere,
unacknowledged presence.
i am new relationships,
unrealized secrets.
we need something to believe in.
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- To The Anonymous Lovers [Kelli Watson]
- Jay & Ray: Poetry in Motion
- a spider moves across the ceiling as the sun sets ...
- We forgot all the names we used to know
- we were born on logan street
- anyone, of course, could see her, could see her eyes
- Dedicated to my best friend, Jeremey C. Watson
- In a locked car outside of JR’s Liquor store, Harv...
- Shopping with The Pornographer’s Wife
- We promised to remember for as long as we could
- the fine line between love and safety
- To the man of my dreams
- I remember pulling the sections apart
- The sky was filled with cicadas
- Darkness is home in the middle of the day
- the smell of lemon and lavender
- Your mother always said you were a gray hummingbird
- Yes, I am a blogger
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