Alexa Lee

Nothing works:

Not a nice meal, nor a walk in the woods
Nor letting the sadness run its course - for it never does -
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Beloved, stand aside as I tighten the screws
and throw away the key.
Turn your face away when I crumple.
Don't look, as I turn to water.
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I.

you ask me to choose,
but i have seen beauty in both worlds;
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Words again fail us at times like this.
It comes as no surprise:
we know now that the answer lies
no longer in the balming and
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it gets settled here and now on my body skin fat sinews bone
innards writhing the corpus of my flesh bears the brunt of it all:
the unwritten thoughts the unborn fire the deepest cold the
itch i cannot scratch
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call my bluff
unpack my stuff
scorn my huff as you
trim my fluff
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It's all I can do
to eat from Your hand, everyday
savouring Your grace
in darkness and in light.
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Eliot's Prufrock measured his life in coffee spoons,
having known the evenings, mornings, afternoons.
Such is the nature of simple measures,
themselves repositories of greater treasures:
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Can you hear it?
Dying flicker of the day, smoke curling gently from singed ends.
Paisley whorls, pale blue, grey, eggshell. A wooden duck peers downward into nothingness.
The storm approaches, full frontal, steady arm sweeping
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