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Tricubes

Ankles hurt Open now Shooting pain Knee cramping Escaping Today’s plan Thoughts of me Crazed mind Thoughtless joy

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Oct. 10: Blazing Through the Strangest Minutes

Blazing Through the Strangest Minutes

Outside the TV I kept my voice

on Friday, gave whispers to coffee

opened the door to my wondering.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 37-40. Print.

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Oct. 9: I Slipped into a Sympathetic Wrinkle

I Slipped into a Sympathetic Wrinkle

Downstairs I chased a quick wreck into

the morning; the maze of home took the

cruel edges of grace, my lipstick gray.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 33-36. Print.

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Oct. 8: In the Familiar Dirt I Pushed Toward a Joke

In the Familiar Dirt I Pushed Toward a Joke

Facedown now the moon was satisfied

with my heart, quickly true to the next

silence that swept over in morning.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 29-32. Print.