poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Untitled while gestating
NicMichaels

because
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                 my womb is smoking from a lack of fire
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                                                       i am reclined
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                                                 to detach myself:
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                                                  retina from eye,
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                                               embryo from wall,
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                               young woman from judgment
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                                                - you will not cry -
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       call him a fireman! he who came to my rescue
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                                                                   1985
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                  and made me a clinical bed in an office
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            free of wailing sirens, meaning well. i might
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                                                       quarter a cen
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                                                            tury, snip
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                                                                   a nd
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                                                                    laqu
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                                                                       er
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                                 return to struggling and your
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                                                                    first
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                                                      trimester, my
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                                           second semester, tell
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                                     discreet/etely of that time
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                                                                    how
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                                          college came over me
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                                                           like a chill:
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                             bulimia, thirst, and stolen highs.
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                                        x's and o's and even y's
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                                                 fever-sloughed in
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                                                    decoupage, still
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                                          silly to sit writing now  
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          wanting to find you where you belong to be:
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                where ladders shed their rungs like skin
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                            and serpents climb with missing
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feet
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