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Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling And questioned everything Late at night Crying yourself to sleep
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The strongest work
The archive in miniature. Ten poems selected for maximum impact - the wound, the survival tools, the transformation, the repair. Read these and you have read the book.
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No. 11
You're such a beautiful child
One day you'll watch From the back seat of the car Your Dad grab your Mom's hair
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No. 54
But you still needed
I'm sorry I never spoke to you on the steps. I saw you pass by every day. Sometimes you floated right past me
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No. 60
As the fire grew within
The Walkman on the long rides throughout the boroughs As you explored the world.
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No. 21
The shards that slice your hands
Each pivotal moment, Each crucial scene, frozen in time, Buried deep beneath the protective membrane
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No. 107
The Champagne Ship
The champagne ship sailed through the night returning to a home washed over by the waves of the unknown.
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No. 111
On the steps outside of music class
On the steps outside of music class You taught me how to jump through time. The wrought-iron handrails,
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No. 113
Lightning Bug
I wish I could cup your tiny hands Around the shape of the lightning bug And hold that lonely glow—
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No. 105
If one kid reads this
I wish I could have warned you. I know it all seemed like just a game—
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Collection No. 1
The journey begins
Imagine I was right there with you When you looked up to your bedroom ceiling
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Collection No. 105
If one kid reads this
I wish I could have warned you. I know it all seemed like just a game—
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Collection No. 107
The Champagne Ship
The champagne ship sailed through the night returning to a home washed over by the waves of the unknown.
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