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May. 16, 2010
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After the laziness sets,
it comes into me, crystallizing
or trembling,
or with quiet, aridly pouring my mimosa
or accumulating the love, like when your eyes
become sober and wear the life
of sin which they intrigue.

My love,
we must encounter
sedatives and we must
drink them like water and sangria
we encounter
with hamburgers,
and we fill with death
like a murdering fire
of desertous heartburn.

But breathingly
guarding you from delirium,
I dare to play the tambourine
as one rose.

Originally from Indiana, Amanda Vilders has spent the last four years making Milwaukee her home.  She currently attends the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and is pursuing a degree in Creative Writing.


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