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we grew up like odd neglected plants

gathering nourishment where we could

blossoming in time
and later when the bullies tried to befriend us
we turned them away.

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we knew we had won very little from very little,
and that we had
fought so hard to be free
just for the simple sweetness of it.

9

and to walk across the floor to an old dresser with a cracked mirror - see myself, ugly, grinning at it all.

What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.

8

225 days under the grass

and you know more than I

7

I decided to stay in bed until noon.

Maybe by then half the world would be dead and it would only be half as hard to take.

6

I was drawn to all the wrong things; I likes to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a God, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being.

6

I don't beat the walls with my fists
I just sit
but it rushes in
a tide of it.

5

I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

What you were
will not happen again.

The tigers have found me and I do not care.

5

My poems are only bits of
scratchings

on the floor of a cage.

4

I didn't become a sailor, Mrs Anderson, I'm not crazy about the ocean
and I didn't like war
even when it was the popular thing to do.
But here's another completed assignment for you
those golden legs,
that lisp, still have me typing love songs.

4

I was wrong and graceless and sick. All the things I had learned had been been wasted. There was no living creature as foul as I

and all my poems were false.

3

Relentless

Unheroic

And necessary

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