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		<title>Jaywalking in Providence</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 04:48:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Past the abortion clinic, to the place where time freezes. Our hair curling in the rain, flip flops slipping. I should have taken your picture while you drank honeysuckle for the first time. The next time we are Cemetery Detectives, I will let you have Tragedy, and take Comedy away with me, hidden in my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=177&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>intake</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 04:36:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Aren&#8217;t you the black hole into which I throw things that never land, and never bounce back? My words don&#8217;t echo, I let you steal my every apology, they lay like velvet in the smooth pocket of your mouth before you swallow them down&#8211;<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=175&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Things I Can&#8217;t Explain (#2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 17:22:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Or, The Bound Woman You like my hands tied behind my back so my breasts jut, so my head hangs, so my chest aches. You like my throat sore so I can&#8217;t sing to you, so I can&#8217;t declare war, so I can&#8217;t chant magic to release us from each other. Someday, these ropes will [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=173&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Things I Can&#8217;t Explain (#1)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 03:26:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When he has sex with me, he holds me down. He pulls my hair, bites my skin, comes at me slowly. All my muscles tremble, all my blood blooms. My eyes squeeze shut and it seems it will never end When he hits me, he holds me down. He pulls my hair, bites my skin, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=171&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Elijah</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:16:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Someday, baby, I&#8217;ll tell you the story of how your birth came to be, and how there was music and laughter. I planned for it to end this way when I led her in. I love them, and they, each other. And now, we all can love you.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=150&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wilkie</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:11:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Share your drug with me, dearest. I won&#8217;t tell Caroline, I won&#8217;t tell Martha. Let&#8217;s leave our Other Ghosts to write and travel down to Undertown. I&#8217;ll wear white just for you, I&#8217;ll carry poison and secrets. I&#8217;ll pour you a little wine and a lot of laudnaum and you can tell me how to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=148&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cloth</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 03:32:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I know you&#8217;d like to think you&#8217;re Samson, and I&#8217;m Delilah, all scizzors and sex. But really, your jawbone is my weapon because I am the one with muscles. And I slay the lion, I break men, I eat the honey and I will let you taste it in my kiss before I tumble your [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=145&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Swing Set Song</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 03:18:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The greatest fear, you know, is that words will lose their weight. We will make melodic sounds that have no meaning and will have no way to describe the photo of a Diana camera. My name would not be my name and my love for you would not be love. It would become a grunt [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=143&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>#9</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 02:18:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I love boys with names from the Bible. You were the first one but not the same. I will see you forever walking down the hall away from me. I would believe in a Heaven for you, just to think of your red hair against white clouds, just to think you would turn around one [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=138&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>gasping</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 18:05:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day you&#8217;ve waited for is here. I am the split lipped tongue bit tangle hair&#8217;d mermaid with the broken tail. I was so jealous of your legs. I even loved it when you kicked me. And now, you&#8217;re walking away and I am sinking down into this whiskey and blood, into this liquid that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1483935&amp;post=135&amp;subd=sweetloner&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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