she cursed
like a sailor
and tied knots like a sailor.
so many
nights she left
me,
gnawing
at the ropes
trying to get free
once more.
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- the ambivalent mourners
- one less rabbit in the garden
- and just like that
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- the slight of hand
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- wishful thinking
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- flying cold chickens
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- everything beautiful
- what would silence mean?
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- your silent joy
- 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
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- 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
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- which wink is that?
- but the year is young
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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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