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there’s the under, the over

the hot, the wet, the cold, the dry

savory counters sweet

joy rises to blanche all grief

inner pushes away the outer

bottom supports the top

flop undoes the flip

GO defies the STOP

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beetles scuttle through fallen oak leaves

meadow mouse weaves a nest of grass

flicker of wavering candlelight

a dozen or more flames dance & sputter

in the cool October mist

ivy-laden downspouts outline

an ancient crypt beneath a Hunter’s moon

its barred entrance faintly luminescent,

a teasing come-hither to what awaits inside

indecipherable headstones tilt at odd angles

footpaths littered with arboreal debris

chipmunks scamper among the graves

searching, perhaps, for long-lost kin

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goes unnoticed / i take it all in / with gratitude & joy // reciprocation is my thing / when others fail to likewise respond / (sadly, more often than not) / i cannot help it / it drains me // i’ll seek out my own warmth & validation / burrowing in the comfort of my own embrace

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sugar’s hitting me just fine

caloric intake, fats & carbohydrates

glucose, fructose, the entire gang

pastry cart with a chocolate chaser

i’m none the worse for wear

almost…

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i heard what you said / listen to it rattle round the inside of my head // gyrating like a jackhammer / unmuffled sin-chimes from our camel-hair bed // so / you tell me / you want me dead // or out of the house for a few days, instead / i can manage that / i think / give me awhile to give it a tink // if you don’t mind / and even if you do / if you would be so kind / it’s the least you can do / you don’t know that i’m privvy / to what i heard that you said / it’s all tucked away // up here in my head