Category: Poetry
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To Be Right
on the surface of the water clarity just above blurry just below flipping a life of that and this held apart by a thin sheet of rippling glass i remember standing in ballet class at the seam of the mirrors the wholeness i felt when split down the middle tectonic plates tempting overlap uprising at…
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Infraction
fingers pressing putty onto newspaper peeling back a pancake of ink and dust swinging legs and humming lips her fingers pulling something about a shooting twisted into a pink candy cane ringing out clots in bleeding words the phylogeny of a sunday etymology of an obituary does something come from nothing or from something else?…
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Pend – a series
One. The way a light switch balances between on and off, as if there is a world that exists in the middle. A world like the worlds that exist between moments– between a rise and fall. A grandfather clock swings left and just for that moment is stillness. Somewhere, a mother listens so carefully to…
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June
i remember so fondly the bench by the road tucked in the clearing at the edge of the woods green and so rusted an old man metal i’d sit with laura and count the red cars she’d sing a song about strangers until her mom decided that we had gotten enough fresh air to let…
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Balm After
(In response to Louise Glück’s October and All Hallows) again and again we’re planted every year for what? to fall in love? I get lost in the husks– wheat and corn mazes this is the barrenness of october and still there’s music pools of it in gutters collecting love and hay packed into little cakes…
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Still
She clears her throat And the sound of it Spreads through me like grout A maze of cement Snaking between bricks Between me and her She traces my chest with a finger That near draws blood But pastes me together I become aware of how my body is In a room With Medusa and her…
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Swirled
I. The first flowers you gave me were plastic You said you never wanted them to die I planted them right by the window And we corkscrewed red, until I was a drip on the side of your curved glass Slipping Legs sliding You scooped me up and called me fine wine II. May through…
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Waiting in a Moment of Something
I still can feel the cool slipping of the sheets on my shins Rubbing one foot over the other like a fly that cleans Until I’d settle and my mom would tuck me in As if I needed help lying under blankets, Validation that I was doing it right and That everything was the way…
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Sterling
A delicate shifting of the broken clasp Coaxed migration to the nape of her neck And the rhythm of the tremble of the chain A stain like wine at the middle of her chest Where the sureness of the silver itches her skin red Her nails scratch and spread the puddle Drunk fingers at a…
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I Will Make It Home
I knew a man that made me waver I clung onto his back so hard the skin on my head sweat until he put me down and I was reminded of the way a flower grows up from a crack in the road a trampled stem– fertilized with rubber and loved accidentally just enough to…
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