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- [ Clipped Short and Back ] [ By Holly Day ]
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- Holly Day
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- Clipped Short and Back
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- still dream, places you touch
- in sleep but never moved toward
- almost reached once, thin morning
- alcohol-caked teeth, cracked lips, screaming empty
- all the way home, emptier
- than ever before and
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- why
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- do these fragments of hangover
- hurt so much, too much need for something
- that will never be--housewife,
- settled against the cold kitchen wall, gin and ice
- in a child's plastic tumbler
- drinking alone to imaginary streets
- a thousand miles ago, and everything
- unsaid
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- Holly Day
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- 1830 To the End of the World
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- The sun sets red on the limestone cliffs
- scarred by the footsteps of disillusioned
- patriots
- more than a hundred years ago, quiet
- idealists following
- a crazed man with a beautiful dream
- of Utopia.
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- The ghosts of silent devotees
- march along the mesa tops, still forms
- clouds the evening sky, Moroni beckoning
- on, on,
- through the desert
- before dawn.
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- Some men pretend content
- facing tolerance
- and some men have the courage
- to turn their backs on it all, conceive
- of a better way, a better life
- a better world. Joseph Smith,
- Brigham Young--
- I salute you and all of your dreams.
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- Holly Day
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- My Mother
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- would take me to work with her, sometimes,
- on nice days. I'd sit all by myself
- in a secret deep hollow
- filled with wild grass taller than I was
- and fluorescent blue butterflies. If I sat
- very still,
- the butterflies would land on my head
- as if I was a fairy princess
- and they were my ethereal pets.
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- At the end of the day, my mother
- would wade through the field
- and take me up to the farmhouse she worked at.
- She'd pick me up and put me on the back
- of the horse she had most recently finished breaking
- and lead me around and around
- the track, laughing at my shouts
- of "Faster, Mommy! Make it go faster!"
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- uXu #371 Underground eXperts United 1997 uXu #371
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