Posts tagged Dean Young.

Sometimes the heart just beats itself apart.


    — Dean Young, from Rites of Spring 

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If only my body wasn’t borrowed from dust!


    — Dean Young, from “Red Glove Thrown in Rose Bush”

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Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.


    — Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness”

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Dear Reader, I thought
I was prepared but I’m never
prepared but please, take this

it is your lift ticket, your perfume
that lingers in the fire-fickle room
long after you’ve vamoosed

and made that poor boy nursing
his third jellybean daiquiri
realize he missed his chance,

your bones already astericks,
your chipmunk glance a schwa.


    — Dean Young, from Dear Reader

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