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To: Rios

I still think about you.
Arrogant and rude.
But the car rides alone are sobering.
Maybe I was all those things too.

Still,
I hope I never have a brother again.

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024


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Young Buck

Despair not, 
The wound is superficial 
The arrow only grazing 

Your death mask delayed

The pain is real
But the end, 

far from us

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025

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Old Wound

A decade wearing you 
like a cast
And all I have to show
Is that no 
one ever taught me to 
be a friend

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025

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The Block

When I imagined what it would
be like to be a writer, 
I saw myself hunched over a 
typewriter with bourbon on the
rocks sweating a ring onto my desk. 

I could smell the ink on my fingers 
and feel the burn of alcohol in my gut
and hear the keys clapping, a standing ovation
for the poor sad boy who wrote wings onto 
his back and flew away from the red mud county.

But it's quiet here. 

I sit alone at my desk and I reach into my guts 
and I grab fistfuls of blood and viscera
and the keys don't move
I choke up the rage my father left in me 
and the keys don't move
I cut out the fear my mother so lovingly placed 
and the keys don't move 
I drag out every black eye, bloody nose, and split lip I ever earned, every fight I lost, every single argument I had, every sunset I was a brother beneath, every truck cab I ever fell in love in and
 
THE KEYS DO NOT MOVE





Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Poem

my shoulders are broad
my back is strong

maybe I was born to carry all of this
maybe I was never meant to put it down

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024


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This Is An Apology

Within the heart lies the capacity 
for incredible violence. And none 
are so endangered as those who
linger near. The common turn of 
phrase is, "the heart is an organ
the size of a fist", so no one can
question the bruises.

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2025

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Salt and Spring

I felt the sun on my face today 
& at first it frightened me
because it's been so
long since anything
had come to me
gently.

And
I thought
of you and how 
you would be so proud
of the progress I had made
but, when I stopped to share it 
with you, you had already turned to
salt. I ruined you because I was 
too selfish to realize that as
I was going through hell,
I was dragging you
through it,
too.

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024

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Full Sail

From the sagging back porch, I could see the honeysuckles.
They twisted the fence, pulled it away from its wooden posts
And I would sit beneath it for hours. Drinking the nectar from
the flowers.

It never seemed to rain when I was young. 

Sometimes, when I fall into my car, I
roll the window down and the breeze is 
the same one
that took me away from home. 
It smells like asphalt and exhaust, 
but I swear I can still smell the sweet 
wildflowers beneath it all. 

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024

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Anniversary

The merry-go-round lights
illuminate your face, 
and
the mess of plastic that
passes for a fountain here
washes the noise of the 
overpass. 

You smile at me 
and 
not for the first time I am reminded
that we are in love.
Violent,
stupid, 
arrogant 
love.

We press our bodies into one
another exchanging heat 
and 
you laugh, like music. 

You are my burial at sea.

The horizon my heart sails toward, 

a chase that never stops. 

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024

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Murmur

My father's heart beats beneath the baseboards
of my chest
What scares me isn't the furnace inside it
It isn't all the hate and ignorance

It shuffles on its cane
Buh bump
Buuuuuuh bump
Buhbump
Dragging slowly, out of time

Learned it from his dad,
He told me.
Maybe his uncle
Maybe his brother 
Maybe his grandfather
Maybe his sister 
Maybe his nephew
"We got weak hearts son" he said
"I found my father holding hands with his and that's how you'll find me, too." 

I ran. 
I couldn't find him like that.

I put my ear to my son's chest every day.

Copyright © AC Lawrence | Year Posted 2024

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