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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Friday, February 7, 2025
my own little island
i need room
when i sleep, some cuddling is okay,
for awhile,
but then
i need to be on my own
little island.
just a few inches
away.
so please,
don't misunderstand me,
we can wrestle in
the morning,
okay?
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that he was someone
i prefer not to zoom
taking the crosstown bus
where do you keep all those shoes?
quickly turning pages
come up to the house
drawing a blank
the lovers across the way
Central Park
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have the geese returned?
the world's best cheesecake
wants that pretend
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a bag of cookies on the porch
puddle or ice
will you do the same for me?
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my father's final girlfriend
my favorite new word
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clean out of saves
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no need to bleed with you around
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her birthday cards
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the joy of the orange chair
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more gibberish
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be soon, be long
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nails to scratch with
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love and longing
talk slower please
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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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