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Benjamin May

Jul 21, 2019

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I feel the rain fall

In heavy solemn drops

The rhythm, a drumbeat

Padding softly on my window

I see wood and glass; a pebble

That makes the whole world

As autumn, and the rustle of leaves

That sings so sweetly on my window

I taste it, joy in excess

Distilled and too sweet, chilled

With juniper, Fresh lime, Mint

As breath fogs my window

I hear it shift, as linens

The slip slide of faint breathing

A sigh, content with meaning nothing.

Cracks form on my window

I smell an attic, the memory

That creaks, moans, an old house in a storm

Jasmine, the radiator, shampoo, the idea of coffee

Each stains my window.

I know the problem here

The rain is false as the glass and stone

Are needed so I can go outside and drown

But first I shatter my window.

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Table of Contents

#0 Intro

#1 Kitchens

#2 The Nun in the Leather Jacket

#3 Fighting Relationships

#4 I Regard Him; Without and Within

#5 How I Honor Satie

#6 False Summer

#7 Some Strange Tennessee Sky

#8 Biblical Binary

#9 Off White

#10 Poker

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