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i forget that i love to be touched

Jorge flicks the top of my arm every now and then to make a point
Hilary nuzzles into my chest when we find each other in the big room.
Sarah writes to ask how my neck is doing, meets my vulnerability with care
touches through screens the ache of my body.
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school marm

when you play the role of villain
sometimes
it’s hard for the audience
to separate
the real you
from the villain
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Working groups

It was time to put to bed
Some old ideas
Who were tired
But grasping at straws
For reasons to be let on
Rambling about.

We met at the kitchen table
To discuss strategy
And cadence.
We were hoping not to loose
sight
Of a shared goal.
In the end
Everyone left their tea cups on the table
For the host to tend to the next morning
And the meetings were on going
And the tired ideas were fighting
Hard as ever
But loosing their center
Unspooling
Towards a certain decline
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Teeth Grind Beneath the Sun

The desire to win,
no-one ever expects to think,
what happens after,
it must be the worst addiction,
you must become less, right?
It's like being snapped,
the soul dies,
you erase and are.

The worst anger,
when I threw my racket in the bin,
and yes I'm just like my father,
though I don't know if
my parents ever played together,
and I just got worse and worse,
like the weather that day.

Needing a stake in victory,
it's so grim,
standing there in the drizzle,
slowly dampening,
not knowing how to 
unpeg ambition from anger,
not know that sports are
fundamentally unimportant,
but bless the athletes who
can share in the burden
of speaking through us,
that is to say,
just put us on the map,
please.
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