run out and buy something.
eat something.
do something
to make me
feel better.
maybe i'll scrub the house
clean
until there's not
a speck
of dirt or guilt
or sorrow to be found.
but then what?
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- and just like that
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- everything beautiful
- what would silence mean?
- idle hands
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- untying her knots
- when you're far or near
- waiting for joy to fall
- we're here for you
- keeping up with the neighbors
- scotch on the rocks
- the cars i left behind
- who wants that?
- all of your Joe's and Mary's
- just one night
- the white field
- you look familiar, do i know you?
- one more for the road
- the word on the street
- when meeting out of context
- the new car salesman
- our original weight
- the early morning stretch
- lost in the funhouse
- the old key in the shed
- a short visit maybe
- this pill will solve everything
- the mid-life crisis
- suspicion
- check this off my list
- a religious quest
- it's easier now
- a night at the Bijou
- is there a note explaining why?
- don't make me beg for it
- the soft warm summer land
- not done with them yet
- i can't escape you
- we've hardly swept the confetti
- boys class math while the girls played volleyball
- an early morning portrait of you
- here's a shovel, start digging
- before i lie down
- no matter where you've been
- i'm not angry anymore
- leave those boots alone
- write me something
- she never said it with words
- so far from spring
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- a taste for the new
- i know that you know
- there are ghosts
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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