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Poem: The Fifth and Final Arrow

I am hurt,
These wounds even Cupid cannot heal,
Why have you done this to my heart? Those bows and those arrows,
Which you carry so confidently and valiantly,
The sight of bees,
Singing of parrots,
And the
Scent of flowers,…

Poem: Nails

I like them short.  Not because they identify me
as a member of a particular group,
but because I like as little of the white there.
Every other day
I snip away.
A routine that borders on
Ritual.
I hack away…