Drew Daves

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Wings

Angels struggle

bleed wine

strapped to ladders 

made of gold

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Gilded

The baker’s butter bread 

is in the air 

and sunlight is under her lip

honey is in her mouth

with remembrances of 

tiny mouths and sacks

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Merla

Black perched on

Light

Wet White

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Golden

the water reeks of power

turned sour

a bowl grows brittle

little by little

And I saw a star die

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Bowl

I am the white bowl 

filled with berries

red kisses

plucked

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Seed

Ship of fools

blood bow 

sow the oceans 

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Harvest

I am becoming the motion

Sickle and wheat

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Adjective

Some bulbs when they break

Bring the dark

Others bring life

I am bulbous and broken

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Helpless

Belts buckles and clasps

I lapse

my lap

stand and suffer

call my lover

tell her I cannot run

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Home

Sun shines

on half wet laundry

on a line

of my own making

this is a good thing

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Terror

My fire dims

They call to me winter white

a pale howl

that makes my bones ache

I shiver

and pull my useless blanket up

trying to blot out the stars

who have revealed themselves

as eyes

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Cheer

Glass pressed to lips 

lips pressed to glass

red runs

and whips crack

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Pronouncement

I framed my face with flowers

red and gold

bit my lip

steadied my gaze

pronounced my other name in a whisper 

and left this world

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Desire

the teeth and buttons

snap open

and shut

rough along 

the carpet of my tongue

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Night

Ribbons of moonshine

Chitin light sing

trapped living crystal things

she holds them by their ends

and ties her hair in a bow

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Now

my soul is tired

it wants to go to bed

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Course

The block

The knife

Pieces of meat

And a wine

That smells like

Dark berries

Bright defeat