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borders, dissatisfaction, life, poetry, sonnets, tension, tired, worn
if I disappear
as is my desire
I would dissolve
into air without
even dust to dance
in morning light
yet I am here
solid as clay
a presence remote
from my shapeless day
an indecipherable lump
clotting my throat
with cold blood
too dry to spit

(December 13, 2016)

Published by subtextures

I am a poet and a teacher living in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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