adrift at sea

the god we pray to

waves

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from the kitchen window

my parents host

a festival of squirrels

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NO SOLICITING her future

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between one thought and the next empty space

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in the mirror an emoticon he mimics himself

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a mask of my younger self confidence

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petting the space where the dog was darkness

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swinging his banana republic

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asemic writing

a shoelace pulls

a trail of rain

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the name

I set my poems to

comet moths

Dave Read