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I
Do Not Expect To Be One Much Longer
It's
Not Longer Than a Life.
Wear.
please,
continue.
The
Visitor's Eye.
Were
You Listening.
Yes.
Regretting
The Night.
Surviving.
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Dating.
How
is that for a word?
That's what you do when you're thirteen.
When the boy with braces and rubber bands
pushing out between his lips
calls you on the phone
and you wonder what he'd sound like
if his mouth was emptied
of everything but his teeth.
Now the ones that call
have mouths full of butts and alcohol.
You meet them at the appointed stools
Count how many drinks they have
Waiting to see how long it takes
before they slur their words.
Worst
yet.
Getting talked into a group dinner
paired off with a man
that my friends think will replace
my missing left shoe.
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You
Can Peer Into The Cracks
Breakfast.
Things
Happen.
Blind.
Dating.
A
Borrowed Bed.
A
Love Poem.
I
Remember.
Through
My Mother's Eyes.
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