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“Origin Story,” “Eve” & “To life”
“maybe that’s why // you bloomed in all the wrong ways. you know / the kind of girl you were, the crow growls. // the kind to swallow a rotten apple whole.”
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“[Sometimes I’ll make a new friend and they may ask about my history]” & “Canada Trip”
“… It was cigarettes over electric bills. / It was one of us. It was both of us. It was one couldn’t drive / and one couldn’t budget.”
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“Sunk Cost Fallacy” & “Winter the Rain”
“… you suffer without me, / who, sleeveless in the heat / of July’s last morning, / will be squeezing plums / in produce when your eldest / calls to say, “Dad’s / taking his last breath.”
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“Jericho, Oxford” & “Ektopia”
“… we settled in the end for the pure girl face / that I turned to consider the street / down which the boy and the men had gone / in search of bookshops and better drugs.”
Poetry |
“Have You Been Watching the News?”
“Every time I look at the dog, I remember she is going to die. / Sometimes I cry while picking her shit up from the yard with a plastic claw. / Next week she will turn one.”
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“My Father for the First Time,” “Death, Second Person,” “Summer Wind Up” & “The Tempest”
“He practiced flamboyant grudges, drive-by / destruction. And yet I imagined he’d forgive. / Death can do that. You forget, you reconcile.”
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“Juvenilia”
“She found the bird beneath the tree. It was a kinglet, / ruby-crowned, a juvenile. Stiffened by the time it took / to find it, fledging dropped from the numbered nest.”
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“Souvenir From the Gone World”
“I asked the address / of his childhood home // and was told, It’s on Second Avenue — / You go down a little hill, / then half way up a hill …”
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“Dear Deborah” & “The History of Western Philosophy”
“The body is nothing, trembling here / Waiting for the room with its antiseptic bed / To be clarified and readied — a life suspended / Between two infinite middle fingers …
Poetry |
“What I Want Isn’t What I Want to Want” & “And What of the Fleshy Contents of My Skull?”
“I want to dig in, eat fancy-lace polymers / for breakfast, each inorganic molecule /’ a unicorn in captivity.”
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“Ars Poetica III (Time Destroys All Things)” & “When We See (No Joke)”
“And in plain sight the missionaries and pickpockets — the mouths they refuse. / Including the baskets and hours that form the world you have no use for.”
Poetry |
“Caribbean Nocturne” & “At the Bottom of Tea Cups”
“I’ve never heard anyone say / referring to a tea drinker // that he was in his cups / though it could be said of me …”
Poetry |
“By Rote”
“An oak tag string of ABCs / Block style hangs above the blackboard. / Chalk dust tinges the letters of the law. / Diligently, a small girl copies …”
Poetry |
“After Our Shift. Sanitarium 51,” “The Troubled Sleep of Jimmy L. Sanitarium 51,” “Mrs. Asra Leaves a Note Under the Vase. Sanitarium 51” & “The Professor Calculates Spring Using Schrondinger’s Thought Experiment.Sanitarium 51”
“No flashlights, just moonlight. Behind Dining’s dumpster. / Insomniacs and talkers, in rat grey pajamas. / Yeah, true we were breaking Rule Seven …”
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“Felled Oak”
“For you, an eyesore, for me, an object / of light and form dignified by age // and trust, weathered or beaten, but there — / as if it would have reason to stay, // as if I had cause to see it as lovely.”