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Where are you?
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Expecting
04:00
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One cake pink and one cake blue, a truck backed up to a makeshift sign that reads, "two cribs never used." Bury a seed, accept that nothing will grow. Bury your face in your hands, and let it all go. And when a passerby says, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." They have heard it a thousand times. And when a passerby says, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." They reply, "So am I." It's hard not to hate when you leave a part of you behind. A part that you had to bury. A part of you too young to die. Expecting parents throw announcement parties: "And twins makes four!" Expecting parents still expecting more than two when they go home. She holds his hand. God has a plan. You've got to get up off your knees to get on two feet again. He says he's fine, but every time someone asks him how he's holding up he leans and lies. But they're making strides.
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Skin Under These Nails
03:18
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Twelve steps into the alley to the north of Westminster Presbyterian a woman took a shortcut with her bags. Her stomach dropped at shadows in the grass. She laughed at her mistake, "my mind is playing tricks on me." The crime was skin under her nails. The crime was skin under his nails. I need a dog to bury named after several stillborn sons. Whatever happened to a dream? Conceived ill and later miscarried? A whisper in the breeze. A raisin brittle in the summer heat. Th crime was skin under these nails. And on her wedding day I wasn't practicing so I sat out in the car in a bridesmaid's dress staring at the son of God just hanging around casting down his judgment. I couldn't help but wonder, "What if they were right? Is this how it would be: my friends and family just beyond the gate? Me idling in the driveway?" The crime was skin under these nails.
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A statue draped in white lace. A monument defaced. A grave without a headstone ain't much of a grave. I said my piece but no peace was made so I walked away. Loss is evergreen, and it's not until you open your mouth to speak that you start to see that you haven't smiled in a long time; a three dog life. Time has a way of taking its time realizing dreams and changing your mind, but I prefer Adam just outside paradise sneaking his wife back inside for one more bite. Loss is evergreen, and it's not until you open your mouth to speak that you start to see that you haven't lied in a long time; a three dog life.
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Heavy Hanging Fruit
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A silence pregnant with meaning and it's beginning to show at twenty-three. I might never conceive of a baby at once born and buried at the base of my family tree. Does the fruit that hangs heavy contemplate the boughs that creak or the distance between earth and leaves?
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