Best Combed Poems

When I was growing up, the child I used to be
awakened every morning by the smell of his coffee.

Mami would make some breakfast
a bowl of cereal would do.
She claimed that it would make us strong
and help with grades in school.

We would hurry to be dressed
before...

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where you must float around me
a snapped stone melted into
that bottom of water glass
beside myself, drift currents

it shattered up to sunrise
and rippled through my shirt for
my heart with blue lows drawing
from sea with her fingerprints

a million shores leading out
the more you ebb than ~our ebb~
we...

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