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I’m a little dry My poetic breasts no longer Nourish My womanhood is not sufficient For pen and hand The children I bear are runts And they are slaughtered Like ...

Is this a poem? You tell me. I’ll punctuate This Po-uh-tree. I like this poem. How ‘bout you? A doodly, doodly, doodly, doo.

I have a Harry Potter shirt from fourth grade. I still wear it, often. I’m almost eighteen and I feel like I’m twelve. My face looks the same. I feel ...

This was an essay I wrote for a philosophy class that I just took at a liberal arts college. It's a comparison/argument between Plato's Republic and Tim O'Brien's On the ...

You have red hair in your beard Amidst the brown Looking so much like that Tudor douche Growing fat Or in your case More masculine I prefer you Did you ...

I tried to sell Edna at my yard sale And no one bought her I think it’s because people don’t like dolls That have been painted purple I would buy ...

I keep having dreams about you And it’s driving me crazy I hope you know that You elusive boy-man I hope you know that I can’t stand That you don’t ...

I am pissed That I’ve had a dream about me Necking you Amidst an epic Clash of the Titans battle And then we break into Walmart You don’t even realize ...

Maybe to make it clearer as to what the poem is about, I'll just tell you. I have a bracelet made of your face (I have a bracelet made of ...

Resist love Resist not love Resist not the resist not Resist resisting Resist me Resist not you Resist yourself and your brother Resist, my brother Resist not love, but resist ...

I have a bracelet made of your face Twelve, for twelve cents Five dollars if you are welded And worn I hope you bring me luck A penny for your ...

George Boleyn had a woman And he was in love with Francis Weston As you are in love with Henry VIII As I am with my history teacher Watch us! ...

I glance across the room. I am in your bed. I am heavy. I am dead. You cradle child in your arms, Like it is glass. You can’t even look ...

I wrote this on May 16 and I was referring to that day when I spoke of "the sun of yesterday".

There used to be a hammock In a great expanse of green lawn Beyond the house and next to another Near the edge, the stairs leading down to a dock ...