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PO# 628327
United States
United States
November 3, 2017
Indianapolis, United States

I am not clean
but I know beneath
all of this grit
there is something beautiful,
though I only know what it costs,
because
everything
I’ve ever needed
I paid for with my body

Love
Safety
Freedom

Each transaction
A little more desperate
A little less hopeful
I thought I was just a whore with
commitment issues
Fucking her way to the top
Of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs
Turns out I’m
So much more than that

Mother
Daughter
Sister
Lover
Friend
Mentor
Poet

I just don’t invest wisely
In myself

I am clean
I am beautiful
And no one should
Have to fuck their way
To top of anything
Just to survive

CELEBRATE ART
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October 28, 2017
Indianapolis, United States

Dear Mick,

Every day  becomes another day
in which I wonder if you got my
last text and are ignoring it
or if you’ve disappeared again
into another identity,
another country,
maybe into another woman

Is there a version of me in
Morocco
Paris
Chile?
Does she know you aren’t
the man you claim to be?
Does she know your real name,
or is that a sacred truth
shared be between us?
Is there anything sacred between us?

I miss you.  I wish I didn’t.
Our bed is empty and
my mind is full of all
of the questions I’m too afraid
to learn the answers to

Was I something normal
to come home to?
Was I going to be a mark?
When, exactly, did you decide
you could trust me to
know the truth?
Do you even kn...

MAKE A DIFFERENCE DAY
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October 26, 2017
Indianapolis, United States

Dear Mick,

I keep trying to write us down
but I haven’t forgiven you yet
and I don’t know how to trust
the words from your mouth

I can only trust your hands
On my body and the way you
Say my name as you cum
like it’s the only truth you’ve ever willingly uttered

But that’s your job,
to believe a lie so fully
that it gets your through airports
and ballrooms and bad situations

You said you think of me all the time, an irresponsible amount.
You say I’m an occupational hazard, that you’ve gone stupid for me and not the other way around;
And that painting on your wall
that reminds you of me
was just the sort of risk
no thief should ever take for love

But tell me, is it love if it’s stol...

WOMAN
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October 15, 2017
Dallas, United States

Fare thee well,
my love,
there’s a chill to the evening
So think of me golden
and soft
and forever gleaming  
There is peace
in the end
so don’t you be grieving
Be well,
love,
it’s just my time for leaving.

DAY DREAMING
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October 13, 2017
Chicago, United States

                     I know
                        it hurts, love,
                           that means
                                it was
                                      real

TRAIN YOUR BRAIN DAY
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October 12, 2017
Indianapolis, United States

True love means I
See you
Hear you
Laugh with you
Cry with you
Dance with you
Sit with you
Fall with you
Fly with you
It means that even though
We aren’t perfect
We are perfect
For each other

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TRAIN YOUR BRAIN DAY
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October 12, 2017
Indianapolis, United States

       
      There is no path to you
         that does not end
         In my destruction

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