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Windows to the Soul: Selected Poems

Roses and Thorns

Buy me roses


prick my finger

on their thorns, so

I may close

my eyes

and dream of


paper cuts! in strange places!

I wrote you a love letter,

stood at your window,

and ate it.

A cynical conspiracy theorist (but in love)

What if

none of this is real;

not you, not me

and definitely not us.

What if

all of us are characters

in a novel; and every

time we forget,

it’s the author backspacing.

Then I would give


to make our stories


Cupid’s Curls

I watch you dancing

across the room


bits of the love letters I hurled at you

still tangled in your hair

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