Tag: nic jean
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I In Lieu
Sometimes I clench my jaw at night grind my teeth unconscious to the swimmers and poachers, the entitled or deeply mislead let my body take the fall rest Sometimes the frogs don’t sing at night police sirens wail bodies hit pavement the way chicken breasts smack cutting boards season with pepper to taste mourn…
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Survivor Guilt
You’re going to die, and it keeps me up at night. Your eulogy is a poem I don’t want to write. I don’t sleep, waiting for the phone call that you’ve been found with a landscape of poppy flowers blooming down the side of your pillowcase. I don’t sleep, thinking of those who wear the…
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Pyrotechnics
When we were teenagers we stole fireworks and set them ablaze in the suburbs….. (Poem at Heart & Mind Zine, click the lead to read)
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Dolor
The days we fight gravity are the predecessors to well earned nights. Where the gravitation of the moon seems to rip us from beneath our skin so we may breathe the cleanest drags of stardust possible, those are the nights we stay alive for. These are the days we earn entry. Hours spent holding our…
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