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	<title>But April brought rain</title>
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		<title>The language of leaving</title>
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		<description> but I didn’t mention
that I fell in love with you
somewhere in between
those sheets
and your smile 
 I laced myself upon your
familiar lips
hoping I would somehow
become part of their
dialect 
 but my name became
nothing more than
the morning breath
you sterilize and
rinse away
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		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:37:10 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The last place I looked</title>
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		<description> He used to leave 
little yellow post-it's
before he left for work. 
 Always in places 
he knew I would find them. 
 The scribbled hello's
never seemed heartfelt 
 until he stopped sending them. </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 22:34:32 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Dirty laundry is easier to swallow with Chardonnay</title>
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		<description> and I can't go there,
not again.
It's so fucking cold there.
I'll regret nothing,
and everything.
But I will carry this
knowledge
of avoidance in
my left hip pocket
with the lint 
the dryer left from
your old t-shirt. 
   </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:07:26 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>I loved you again after coffee</title>
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		<description> 6 am
the sudden startle 
of morning sounds
itself in the static
of the alarm      my legs give pause
before sliding over the side
not in dread, but
reluctant to depart
the pitch of yours

I fumble in the kitchen
over last night's leftovers
and todays duties
hoping for Columbian roast   I pull my robe a little tighter
chilled in the absence
of last night
of us   We were something holy
I held my breath     </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 04:06:09 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>absence is persistent</title>
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		<description> i.

i am tempted

by the momentum of hands

and the possibilites fingers hold

when pressed lightly 

on heavy shoulders



because &quot;alone&quot; 

has teeth these days



ii.

i haven't written in months

and i need to wage a war

against logic

against the cruelty of 



puncuation  



because somehow i can breath

in the freedom of a run on sentance

 

iii.

i will not write of tears

memory or half empty beds at 

two thirty a.m.



because realization feels 

too much like an epilouge 



and i haven't the language



iv.

it should have been smaller

the moment where weakness became

another word for fucking just

for promise of heat



and that truth will 

leave a mark



v.

i am jealous

of writers whos words 

never betray them



mine have gutted me

because absence is persistent 



and i struggle to find a single

harsh word to cut you

deep enough 

   ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator> Amanda Baker</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 15:33:44 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>In passing</title>
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		<description>He has changed meto the fondness of him

I have his handsat midnightcrouched in the whisperthat betrays my voice

He grits his teethagainst the boneI borrowed of him

holding my eyesin the burden of lightwhere intrusive shadows dream aloud</description>
		<dc:creator>Someday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 04:55:17 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Spring just brings longer days</title>
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		<description>I found a bit of winterthat had been left behindin the shades of greyand peeling paint ofmy upstairs window sill.

It's husky whisper wasmuted by the buzzingof spring's haughty arrivalwith lengthening of days,and rain.

I wept under my breathfor winter's resignation

and this bitternessit left behind</description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 04:49:01 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The duty of roses </title>
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		<description> 
When laid heavily
roses perform savagery
on the lips of orchids.

Snarled against thorn
     and thought.

Onerous breath brought
by love’s retreat
pulls petal from stem.

Beauty remembers
when hands held roses
who knew nothing 
     of death.

When love was a sonnet 
whispered gently  through hopeful tuned ears.
 </description>
		<dc:creator>Someday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 15:52:41 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>reaching for a place to pivot</title>
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		<description>tell me again, lovehow you would mouth my most private partsuntil there is nosuffering left to utter

i've been so longwith my heels dug into constant assemblageof scar to tissue

intimacy colorsitself in bruisesand cobblestones atthe back of my throat

tell me again, lovehow you would tongue-tie violets faintly uponmy most secret foldsuntil there is no morebone egded barrier and

my everflexed breathburns red to run riot about your aching contoursthat steady me free

harbor me seamless withinyour subtle afterlight and copper strings of verityso that we two may lean</description>
		<dc:creator>Someday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 21:34:37 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The art of making mountains</title>
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		<description> We talked for hours
that shattered into days
before we realized
it had left us 
 strangers 
 digging through mud
and shit
for the relief 
that we never knew 
 wasn't what we needed 
 Yet we clung to it
with an iron grip
turning pebbles 
into mountains 
 just to have something
to feel small against 
 
 </description>
		<dc:creator>Somday In May</dc:creator>
		<category>But April brought rain</category>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 18:33:41 GMT</pubDate>
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