Amanda Purczynski Poems

I'm a C+ Christian.
Needles have torn holes
leaving a familiar sting
that will never fade.
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A gray old woman sits all alone.
Unloved and unknown.
Dreaming of days past long ago.
Skin once like porcelain,
...

A tall enigma
In a proper tuxedo
With an umbrella of grace.
You're a bloodied statute
...

I carved out
that fluttering
rabbit heart
long ago.
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Tell me the story,
of how you were
battered,
and vulnerable.
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I was born calm and
into a family that was more Addams
than Brady.
My mother read me fairy tales,
...

It makes the world sound
like you have cotton
in your ears.
And you weren't sure
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She is not proactive.
She doesn't chase her prey.
She knows that with time,
or accident,
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