A Found Poem

I will never know the context of these emotional preservations. And therein lies the allure; a moment in time documented in the margin of a book, the denotation known only to the writer.

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Suffering wrapped in linen.

I miss her.

Birds fluttered in the milky mist.

She was a small breath.

Surprise, surprise.

I cheated on her.

May my words bring joy, but also sadness, for they both entwine life.

A fever in her bones.

To a great fin de semana (weekend).

Hope you enjoy, for such days are limited.

Spilled coffee. 

Dead in the womb. 

Vagina. Penis.

There is a fly in the house. It is dead.

Her skin is marbled. 

Tomorrow’s light will be dark.

Quaalude twilight.

Infamy. December 27.

I rather enjoy the twinge of embarrassment.

This soiled spot is the gel of my breakfast egg, dammit.

To Tony, you lucky bastard, may these words bring success.

Cancer bloomed like cotton balls in his lungs.

Reading is a low-cost college degree.

Pain like a disc-saw through bone.  

Glossy pages smudged with...

I am gay.

I put my parents in the earth.

She was distempered.

Is life worth it?

Can you imagine a light year? 

Prisms bend reality.

To Dottie. Enjoy.

Goodbye.

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