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Joanna Bateman Writes : November 2011
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Saturday, November 26, 2011. Why they shut my circus down. They said I was too touchy feely with the cheetahs. They didn’t know I used to be one. Fast, skinny, hungry for grass. For chalk and four-square. For my brothers before they started drinking. For my mother, before she stopped. Before the missionaries dunked her. Made her wear a jumpsuit. All of a sudden we felt bad for wanting coffee. They shut my circus down, it’s November’s fault. The month her eyes crusted up so thick. To make the team. Made t...
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Joanna Bateman Writes : October 2012
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Friday, October 26, 2012. You said to never leave a cold glass un-coastered,. And this whiskey condensation's sure to leave a mark. A reminder of promises' suicide. Your crying eyes called for retraction. And I always wanted to be a runaway. So I ran till you couldn't hear the angels in my voice no more. Cross country hitch-lust hike affair. Touched a screw as I passed through all the state lines,. Like we used to. In Topeka I made friends with a mailman. His name was Gary,. In Terre Haute I saw your neck.
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Joanna Bateman Writes : for christmas eves
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Monday, January 28, 2013. Posted by Joanna Bateman. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). If I push you away, will you push back? Riptide Weve been swept out.I cant keep kicking. Words spoken and sung on the First Friday of 2013. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Joanna Bateman Writes : If I push you away, will you push back? A Joanna Bateman Story
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Tuesday, January 29, 2013. If I push you away, will you push back? A Joanna Bateman Story. The sky mellows into nectarine. It's quite the scene. To be with you is to know that love is mean. The way your father kicked your brother. You watched it all through the summer screen. Looking back in the book of time,. Thumbing through history to climb. It doesn't repeat itself, it rhymes. Remember once you told me that? After that, I heard it all the time. Does that ever happen to you? He is a worthy man,. And w...
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Joanna Bateman Writes : Found a poem of the night
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014. Found a poem of the night. Haunted by the half moon. Wails come out to make a monsoon. Swooning But I stifle. Clear ink runs out my nose like bullets through a rifle. Out by the fire escape. Cuz you were sleeping so soundly. You said I was wasting my youth on you. Is that your truth or just sleep talk too? Like the good little girl. Tracing where I been. Wanting to floor it. I take the keys. To make a big leave. Out the door sigh heaved. And you are not my battle. Subscribe to...
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Joanna Bateman Writes : October 2011
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011. Apology Attempt # 7. The dawn coughs,. I taste cavities, must have eaten sawdust again last night. This isn’t glamorous. There is popcorn syruped in my hair. Whenever I exhale,. I listen for your fever. I have tried calling the shore, to the god between my thumbs. They say I'm the only one. Who can't make you better. I wonder if you’re standing up straight,. Or who you’re dancing with,. Seriously I want to—. That’s not what this is about, I'm sorry. La luna, piu' tempo.
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Joanna Bateman Writes : April 2015
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Thursday, April 23, 2015. I do keep you. It's all in my back. My memories of you. You with the parting hair. You with your candle. I do keep you. Haven't had time to untie anything. Even if I did, I wouldn't. I keep you. In the levator scapulae muscles,. The ones that hold my neck, connecting to blades. Behind me is a giant stuffed bear wearing a bath robe. I named him Wesley. Behind me to my right is a painted goddess in red acrylic oil. She doesn't have a name,. Maybe she too has wind swept emotions,.
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Joanna Bateman Writes : April 2013
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Joanna Bateman Writes : January 2013
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Tuesday, January 29, 2013. Posted by Joanna Bateman. If I push you away, will you push back? A Joanna Bateman Story. The sky mellows into nectarine. It's quite the scene. To be with you is to know that love is mean. The way your father kicked your brother. You watched it all through the summer screen. Looking back in the book of time,. Thumbing through history to climb. It doesn't repeat itself, it rhymes. Remember once you told me that? After that, I heard it all the time. Does that ever happen to you?
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