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I boil the bruised artichoke / and later watch him suck / the tender leaves, scraping / his teeth across / the meaty flesh. / Triumphant, he tips /…
I was thinking maybe you’d write one for me / and give it to me and I could say it’s mine / and never tell anyone, but always / give you credit…
Currywood. Running. Noon. Bright.
Around the apricots. Damascos. That’s Spanish for. / The breeze. Hissing in my. Where did my breath. / I need it back. I’m running. The water....
A Family of Birds
“The creative adult is the child who survived.” Ursula LeGuin / / Heaven isn’t lighter fluid or an antique cup overflowing // full of sulpher…
Discount Birth Control
I just want to get this over with. / Fine, / just sign your life away on the dotted line. / Don’t forget, / we’re having a special: / give…
Shadab Z. Hashmi
The tongue in the Dictionary // does all the defining / (It will never / be tried / at the Hague) / / is a translucence / milked from a…
Who died and made you
I’m sorry that the pencil I gave you // to write out the list of how the day had wronged you / had a lead so soft it collapsed into the page / …
Blind Lemon Something
Once I lived a whole summer / inside a lemon. Bright bitter skies / and the salt. You had to squint / to make sense of it. Laundry / on the line…
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