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Powder
July 31, 2010 – 8:34 am | No Comment
Powder

The night is warm and in this city you can see the stars from the broken sidewalks and rutted tar. I stand on my wooden porch, the dirty gray paint flaky underfoot as my feet shift of their own accord; I cannot stand still. Every hair stands on end in its follicle. The slightest movement of a leaf on the ground next to me causes me to startle, intensely amazed at the ability for the breeze to pick it up and move it a half-centimeter after spiraling through the thick, end-of-summer night air as if it were nothing.

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Words on the Page
March 7, 2010 – 8:56 am | 3 Comments
Words on the Page

Words on the Page
by elizabeth c. neavel
I am starry-eyed little pieces of joy
exploding in your atmosphere
I am happy tiny lovebugs
crawling tickling along your seams
Exploding through your atmosphere
I am b-b-b-breathless sleeping next to
songs floating through the …

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Real All of the Sudden
February 24, 2010 – 9:04 am | 8 Comments
Real All of the Sudden

Real All of the Sudden
by elizabeth c. neavel

(For Allison James, Austin Chaffin, Sol Richey, and Alex Red)
It was just real all of the sudden,             Alison said. I couldn’t
handle it. I
had to run upstairs and …

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Moan
October 10, 2009 – 11:40 am | 2 Comments
Moan

Tell me:
how it feels
when you enter:

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Sextet
July 19, 2009 – 7:56 am | 11 Comments
Sextet

1.
You growl into me
Pinned down like prey, the rush
In controlling arms.

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It Is Not That Makes Me A Woman
May 28, 2009 – 8:40 am | 2 Comments
It Is Not That Makes Me A Woman

It Is Not That Makes Me A Woman
by elizabeth c. neavel

It is not the curve
of my breast as it
hangs low
nipples pointing down
with gravity
beneath my blouse
that makes me a woman.
It is not
the youth of my …

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Staples
April 15, 2009 – 12:05 pm | 3 Comments
Staples

Staples
by elizabeth c. neavel
She had too many staples, she decided.
They just sat there on her cluttered desk
in her tiny apartment
in their little blue box
taking up space.
“Fuck,” he said,
sitting desperate in his spacious flat downtown
holding his …

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I’d Rather Be Showering.
February 25, 2009 – 7:27 pm | 11 Comments
I’d Rather Be Showering.

I’d Rather Be Showering.
by elizabeth c neavel

Seriously.
 
I just left the shower
to say
I love my pussy.
 
And that
all I wanted to do was take
one
slow
shower.
 
Cleanse my body.
My thoughts.
My soul.
 
But
all I did 
was stick my hand in the fast
hot …

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It’s Almost Time for Dinner
November 30, 2008 – 6:58 pm | 2 Comments
It’s Almost Time for Dinner

It’s Almost Time for Dinner
by elizabeth c. neavel

I
Sometimes
you can sit in a graying hanging-basket swing (so weathered by the years on St. Lawrence),
on an island with             pine trees  
so dense and
humming …

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Slippery
October 27, 2008 – 12:30 pm | One Comment
Slippery

Slippery
by elizabeth c. neavel

and I could not sleep
all I could think about
was how you told me you
wanted me to spread them
and how you liked that I got so juicy.
 
and I opened the window
letting the cool …

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Stars
September 15, 2008 – 8:05 am | One Comment
Stars

stars
by elizabeth c. neavel

We were what the stars are made of,
again, and
you peered into my constellations,
and
you were my galaxy.
 
SuperGiants luminous,
As big as the Milky Way.
 
We are
fueled by nuclear fusion
converting hydrogen
into helium.
 
The hotter …

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And It Was Strange
August 25, 2008 – 12:52 pm | 2 Comments
And It Was Strange

And It Was Strange
by elizabeth c. neavel
but just how it was,that time: seeing my own face projected back to me Delay Delay Touch your nose. Okay, touch your nos– …

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You, I
June 24, 2007 – 11:22 pm | 12 Comments
You, I

You, I
By Elizabeth Cortez-Neavel
What
makes me come and
what makes
me stay
and.
I like
my body
when it is with your
body
and.
You want
and. I want
and we wanted
and the books
were all
she could almost bear
annexes of books
and Boston spring summers
with you t …

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