from p.4 on Mon., Oct. 9th

It's never a good Monday
when you wake to cold.

It's never a good Monday,
when it snows.

It's never a good Monday
when the sun never shows.

It's never a good Monday.


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"Hey lil' mamma
lemme whisper in
your ear,"

(my girl then says),
"Boy please."

(I then ate
the rest of the
Ruffles and cried myself
to sleep.)


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My boundaries have
nothing to do with you
and that means I'm
not scared of you
breaking them.


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My cage was broken,
by the sun and stars.

Freeing me to soar
in euphoria among my
avian brothers.

Through ink black skies
I flew,
As the snows dampened
my wings and flooded
my nest.


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I'm grateful
for the memory of her
every damn 8th
of the month.

It's when you go
down to the big grey
stone
and share
what she can't be here
for.


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Falling into the
     blackness
           sweet relaxation
               one sound shatters
                    it

"Amen"

Falling asleep in church doesn't always work out.