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3 observations

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January 3, 2012January 29, 2012 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

 

I step out of the wind, waiting. the dog finds something underneath a pile of snow-covered leaves. I wonder if five o’clock is too early to put on pajamas.

 

 

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January 1, 2012January 29, 2012 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

 

she drags the engagement ring across her face; it leaves a black mark, soft like the closed eyelid of a newly-hatched bird. all the food is dipped in chocolate. a man on the radio has expressions he never gives.

 

 

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December 31, 2011January 29, 2012 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

the caller id says ‘beverlyhls,ca’ and I just let it ring. I don’t know what to call this day that was my anniversary; I don’t know how to move myself through everything I remember.

 

 

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October 28, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

three goats in an old man’s field.
licorice and dandelion root.
lightning, so he hides underneath the bridge.

 

 

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October 25, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry4 Comments

 

orange starfruit.
shapes in fog.
he says the power is in the water, and the water is in his arms.

 

 

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October 24, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

yellow-morning hail and flooded roads.
mango blossom.
her poetry book in the mailbox.

 

 

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872

October 21, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

my picture on the program.
plum and blackberry.
the microwave light like a candle on the kitchen wall.

 

 

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October 19, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetry2 Comments

 

living (again) in high water.
vanilla chai.
a man on the radio is still looking for that bluejean babyqueen.

 

 

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868

October 18, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

licorice root.
everything smells like fire.
a split in the heartwood.

 

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866

October 15, 2011December 3, 2011 angie werrenpoetryLeave a comment

 

black pearl.
wish it was raining because the sun seeps guilt through closed curtains.
she’s already downtown.

 

 

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