R.P. Coursey Poems

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Summer Poem
When the wind blows through the corn
think of me
and of the summers by the lake
my hair bleached by the sun
water beading
on my skin

When lightning cracks the sky
I think of you
and of the time we swam during the storm
and I thought you’d never come
to the surface

When the l . . .
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She's in the
flourescent bathroom,
dabbing on fake skin
a little darker than
her own.
Outlining her hazel
Pouting and plastering
a potion
from a silver tube
on her lips.
She looks down at me
looking up at her and
I wonder how
I . . .
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