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playdate haiku

ByKymberlee

red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip

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to the east

ByKymberlee

To the East I travel to you In my heart White birch against steel sky An errant eyebrow Afire with sunlight And a sparrow flying from my throat Feathers surrendering To a meandering stream Or caught- in thorns Pungent sage and Marlboros As the hills stretch out Engulfing and –becoming abysmally wide And deep

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do you see?

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queen of cups

ByKymberlee

queen of cups trickling tributaries raging rivers bipolar bifurcations she, discerning choosing surrendering choosing life choosing love neither predator nor prey (finally!) an open vessel– at once overflowing and empty ready to fill and be filled

purple is
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purple is

ByKymberlee

Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.

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once | now

ByKymberlee

once, you were a sometimes painful but often happy memory a short run with a rich narrative now, you are a cruel joke in your contention you make a fantastic punchline