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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; fingers</title>
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		<title>Dead plant on the countertop</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her angst minces my onions, carves into the skin and out the flesh and into a nice salad to serve to company; after church, of course. Eat me! There&#8217;s no whittling today, this is the county fair &#8220;devour your plate and fork and everything else, too&#8221; consumption contest. He&#8217;s not a savory sap, but I&#8217;ll [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Her angst minces my onions,<br />
carves into the skin<br />
and out the flesh<br />
and into a nice salad<br />
to serve to company;<br />
after church, of course.<br />
Eat me! There&#8217;s no whittling today,<br />
this is the county fair &#8220;devour your plate and fork and everything else, too&#8221; consumption contest.<br />
He&#8217;s not a savory sap,<br />
but I&#8217;ll remember that the next time I spend years on a commode<br />
just thinking about Him&#8211;after dinner that day&#8211;it was great!</p>
<p>(Cry / cut / sever / fingers gripping me: the dead plant on the countertop.)</p>
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		<title>Don&#8217;t stop breathing</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Don&#8217;t stop dancing&#8211; falling down stairs in a one story ranch house. Don&#8217;t stop breathing child&#8211; the violent blue will return to skin, violently healing. Broken is the mind and swollen the fingers around a rock fighting for focus away from a mind, four times as old. Cold are the roads away from any Father [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Don&#8217;t stop dancing&#8211;<br />
falling down stairs<br />
in a one story ranch house.<br />
Don&#8217;t stop breathing child&#8211;<br />
the violent blue will return<br />
to skin, violently healing.<br />
Broken is the mind and swollen<br />
the fingers around a rock<br />
fighting for focus away<br />
from a mind, four times as old.<br />
Cold are the roads away from any Father<br />
that chases.</p>
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		<title>If I pick one, she will be torn</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[so many beautiful flowers if I pick one, she will be torn, no one will see her except in my vase back home, and I can&#8217;t let that happen. a children&#8217;s store crayon that I break between my fingers is no longer my favorite color, god, everything is white light, black pain&#8211;my life on a [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>so many beautiful flowers<br />
if I pick one, she will be torn,<br />
no one will see her except in my vase<br />
back home,<br />
and I can&#8217;t let that happen.<br />
a children&#8217;s store crayon<br />
that I break between my fingers is<br />
no longer my favorite color, god, everything<br />
is white light, black pain&#8211;my life on a graying canvas.</p>
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