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Rust Belt Summers
For K.W. // There was no air conditioning in summer, / our mothers made sure of that.The air was thick like yams and our bodiessticky, fingers…
Mother made them after father left. / Served plain, boiled with only water. She would noodle them on the gas stove / in the thick of winter, the…
Meditations on a Work Day
Each Northern Californian evening my husband drives back / to our new construction home, the one with hardwood floors // so shiny and slippery…
Homage to Frank O’Hara
When I was a child / those bitchy Jennifers / were not so nice. / They’d eat my Lunchables, / call me Frisbee Face or worse, / copy my workbooks....
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