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You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.

Buddy Wakefield

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Buddy Wakefield
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: June 4
Poet
Shreveport
Louisiana
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But I still show up for gentleman practice in the company of lead dancers, hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.
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How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?
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Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.
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Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.
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Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
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There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.
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You're a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.
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Knowing me is easy. You can still twist your hair and feel silly. Look up the word tacky and have a salad. But when we're together you pull bread apart with your fingers into bites sometimes so small I gotta remind you, Peach, it is okay to be hungry.
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The future gets no say in who we are.
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Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.
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I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.
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If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.
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I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.
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The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.
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What children and the landing of a plane most have in common is that they are best made by a line drive of pilot lights guided through a single tambourine across the day we met in a field of wet metal hands on The Gospel of Lightning.
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A trajectory of misery – at this point – seems intentional. We have all the information we need to see clearly. We are no longer unaware toddlers on the landscape of consciousness. It is no longer cute to crap ourselves.
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Pretend – inside your skin – you've got a friend, who's willing to give you everything you ever wanted in exchange for all you've ever been.
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I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.
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If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.
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Jordan tattoos the words forgive me in thick black letters down the inside of his arm so that when he looks at his wrist he will remember not to hate himself so much. What he keeps forgetting is that there is life after survival.
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