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water from the eavescreates cracks in the sidewalkthat sprout in Spring
sometimes a wordbrings people togetherwithout being spoken
a struggle to eatand remove from my teeth:popcorn
in the garagewithout its host vehiclethe battery dies
a table for oneis less about the tableand more about the one
cucumber saladwith oil, vinegar, and sugarall that's left
lying in beddoing the crossword puzzleat 10pm
is bravery realor is it just a reactionlike any other
Dublinersare fascinating peopleas storied by Joyce
difficult to findthat delicate balancethat precedes too much
half empty, half fullit's not controversialsame same
what is my lifeif someone else controls it --invalidated
growth is breaking freefrom the prisons i've constructedfor myself
it's a hard thingto break out of a prisoni've made for myself