she
admired
the
clouds
for
their
bob
rossness
what
else
could
I
then
say

grandfather
remarried
she
hung
a
cuckoo
clock
where
one
hadn't
been

the
I
am
I
said
I
was
'cause
it's
all
'bout
me
the
I
in
the
room

I
breathed
the
blanket
up
and
down
desires
dreamt
no
one
would
pacify

just
tell
me
what
it
is
you're
feeling
thinking
in
those
long
limbs
of
yours

young
dandelion
american
woman
running
up
that
hill

I
bought
him
landjaegers
but
ate
them
all
can't
he
see
how
much
I
love
him

my
eyes
followed
him
I
postioned
my
body
to
get
a
better
view

write
poems
with
my
body
so
that
tonight
I
might
see
your
light
shine

she
hash
tags
their
love
biglove
duelorduet
I
wish
we
had
that

nostalgia
is
a
form
of
grief
but
how
do
I
put
that
in
a
poem

the
flag
looked
sad
drenched
in
rain
hanging
low
with
no
wind
beneath
its
wings

that
sometime
somewhere
men
will
judge
men
by
their
souls
and
not
by
their
skins

-w.e.b. du bois

then
appeared
a
dragon
a
lady
dragon
with
a
chest
full
of
souls

I
just
died
in
your
arms
tonight
it
must
have
been
some
kind
of
kiss

-cutting crew

I
try
to
fit
you
into
poems
like
a
pair
of
hips
into
jeans

lady
liberty's
a
man
spinning
a
sign
reminding
us
it's
tax
time

I
got
to
stop
at
the
light
by
the
greek
church
while
the
bells
were
ringing

she
said
writing
is
pointing
to
a
particular
place
and
saying
see

daughters
dispel
myths
break
traditions
to
become
mothers
who
hold
them