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“THE MEN I KNOW WHO EAT ALONE ARE MEN”& “THE BOOM OF THE FIREWORKS TURNS MY MOUTH INTO YOURS” 


POETRY by:
CLARE MARIE SCHNEIDER






THE MEN I KNOW WHO EAT ALONE ARE MEN



When we first met I noticed a dark stain
And I knew you as perfect, sloppy too.
If you left me at sea I would find peace,
A new, wet ground that groans and rocks with me.









THE BOOM OF THE FIREWORKS TURNS MY MOUTH INTO YOURS



I joke I want to cut you open and get inside
but looking at the clouds reminds me I have no knife.

After two years with you,
I will move on or learn to pee standing up. 

If there were stairs in this house, I would crawl up them to you
If I could make those webs I would.

With my arms around you, I was big and strong. 
I paid for your ice cream. Took your temperature. Made you cry. 

If I was a husband I would come home early on Sunday nights to make pasta,
On Tuesdays, I would be gone for at least a week,
I would love my children like they were my own.











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