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fridays poems

Faces grimace. 

Let's talk about hair, when it grew, when it fell from a scalp. 

Brush three times daily.

 

One day I was a horse. 

The liver of a horse. 

 

If you light a match

the smell will go away.

I haven't had to fart

in two weeks. 

 

It's hard to remember

numbers or letters or sounds,

but I remember you. 

Specifically you on the park bench

one day six months ago. 

Hands shaking in mine. 

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Friday 08.26.16
Posted by felicity fenton
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Go outside. Good things happen outside.