Julia Dickerson's Poetry
A place for my poetry.
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Thursday 8:00am
She had made a life with him in Clayton, Indiana. But Thursday 8:00am she was in his rusted red pickup already going 80 on I-70 windows down, hair down whipping across her face
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Angels In The Air
i come from the swing set of the summer night my dad and I talked about angels. every push sending me higher
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Let There Be Fireworks
On the day I dressed in black for you I stood in line and they did too to toss some petals on the earth-- recognition of your worth. But as the petals fell up ahead, all I saw was dead on dead.
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On Driving Home After Swimming in June
If it turns out that the plan doesn’t work for me and I end up living alone in a house shrouded by too many shade trees with dead plants in the window boxes and an old antique coffee table
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third law
nights like fissures make me realize all we’ve lost little girls lose their naïveté cruel human nature divulged little boys lose their possibilities presented the sanctioned formulas
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Where You Come From
I come from the spaces between your fingers, reside in the creases of your palm. I am what the fortuneteller reads in her room hazy with the dreams of a dawn. I come from the worn velvet
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