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	<title>tales from the sullen tangerine</title>
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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 camera.
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		<title>intake</title>
		<link>http://sweetloner.wordpress.com/2009/06/19/intake/</link>
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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;
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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 rot.
Someday,
I will walk past you
and you will wonder why
you can&#8217;t get up
and follow me.
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		<title>Things I Can&#8217;t Explain (#1)</title>
		<link>http://sweetloner.wordpress.com/2009/04/06/things-i-cant-explain-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2009 03:26:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sullentangerine</dc:creator>
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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,
 comes at me slowly.
 All my muscles tremble,
 all [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&blog=1483935&post=171&subd=sweetloner&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Elijah</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:16:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sullentangerine</dc:creator>
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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.
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		<title>Wilkie</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:11:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sullentangerine</dc:creator>
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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 get out this
locked room.
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		<title>Cloth</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 03:32:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sullentangerine</dc:creator>
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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 shelter
down around
you.
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		<title>Swing Set Song</title>
		<link>http://sweetloner.wordpress.com/2009/03/30/swing-set-song/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 03:18:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sullentangerine</dc:creator>
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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 or push,
 the howl of a dog would [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sweetloner.wordpress.com&blog=1483935&post=143&subd=sweetloner&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>#9</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 02:18:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>sullentangerine</dc:creator>
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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 day
and finally
see me.
For Adam, who died
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		<title>gasping</title>
		<link>http://sweetloner.wordpress.com/2009/01/21/gasping/</link>
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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 I can&#8217;t even
drowned in.
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