Poems from Purstiltski7

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DFTBA! 18-year-old sleep-writer. Diabetic lover of overcast days. I will be attending the University of Utah, hopefully going into some aspect of English to become an editor, like Julie Strauss-Gabel—my dream! I plant my words and run away, alone and comforted.
In desperation, I leave words carved into IHOP napkins and left on nightstands. I would carve into the western cedar, but my pen is dull....
Am I a bad person, for liking a man in a uniform, even though I cringe at the thought of the material giving way to daggers and silver...
Somehow, she holds a delicate balance in the air. Not graceful— she tips as if filled with sloshing, sweet water— but she stays above the...
He's the character of man who thinks himself kind and generous until it's all that he is— a gentle touch, a loving caress. Prick and...
My brother was a carpenter, with wood-stained hands— more cedar than cherry. What's a hard wood? I'm not the carpenter. I can only use a...

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