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2003
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January/February 2003
When
You Call
by Liza Monroy
I’m tired of coming when you call
I want to look a little longer at
the sculpture or the
address or
that glossy haired boy
sitting up in a
mashed up strawberry car
waiting for that green to
react to his red on wheels
I’m tired of coming when you call
who says I the head of leaves
has to answer to the vine
or to the rest of the grapes
what would they know?
they are only raised
to be killed for wine
I’m tired of coming when you call
mother and duckling
watching the intersection
my little duck sitting on the
lawn
she don’t want to go the same direction
I’m tired of coming when you
call
my dearest chuck
in the strangest car the littlest of ducks
in front of
the reddest of cars
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~*~*~*~HIGH~*~LOVE~*~*~*~
by Samantha Holt
I lay here in the darkest hours,
laughing at the prettiest lil' flowers.
Blowing in the wind so free,
of why can’t that be me?
Stars up above so bright & high
you have your power that no one will devour.
I sit here getting high,
floating up in the sky.
I feel like you left me here to die.
We held each other so tight and so close,
after that we lit up & got on our clothes
Told me you loved me & you were going to set me free,
& I sat there believing & loving unconditionally.
I huffed & I puffed & I passed out one night,
& I woke up to find a fright.
You were gone you left me & I laid there unbelievingly.
I trusted you, gave myself to you.
Now at times I have to remind myself
one time I gave you the key,
now the only one I will give it to is me.
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The Makings of a Child
by Jenn R. Confalone
Ten perfect fingers,
Ten perfect toes,
Two baby blue eyes,
And a cute button nose.
He looks at her
And sees his love
His wife
The mother of this saint.
She looks at her
And sees his strong character
And the outline
Of his face
The Powers look down
And bless this child
Not her mother’s
Not her father’s
But both, blessed into one.
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