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Cushioned by a Wave
Water filled the house / when she died. Cardinals cooed to her / through glass while the basement drowned. / I swear her face blurred, / her head…
The Farm Floats, It Disappears
25,000 black-eyed Susans bloomed every summer / on the farm, but now the yard hoards / a Ford pick-up, a kitchen stove, and grandmother // is dead....
Late Summer, Missouri
Blotted with blue veins, grandma’s arms prop her head / up at the oak table. Grandpa plays “Amazing Grace” / in his underwear, his hands slender…
We Are All Drowsy
It’s difficult to sleep when desks / keep bumping into my dreams. / How long before students’ voices // stop bouncing off my forehead? / Their…
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