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Hefting a chicken and holding a string, / your voice returns to me unbidden: / “Please,” against my neck that long, slick / afternoon. I shut out…
This is a week of garlic
This is a week of garlic, a week / of angled sun, of sapphire. / A gibbous week, a week of headaches, / of late tomatoes. A week of horror, / a…
This is a simple poem
When you go, I will wash / your body, take your arms / each in mine and know, / now, their weight. Pull / the cool sponge along / your side, lift…
Each Decision Was One Not Made In Time
Toward the end the springtimes accelerated, / with days crystalline and mad winds and clouds / aching above us as we shouted to each otheracross…
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