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***
I
place fake flowers on mother’s grave
each
May. But I doubt that counts for much.
I
should have handed a twenty ..
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***
A
map’s legend explains symbols
and
how they fit with the whole,
a
symbiosis between art and language,
a
t..
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***
In
matters
of the heart,
not of educated letters,
not in ill-fitting families,
the
mittens of August,
not in
l..
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***
As
it ages, the banana
develops
freckles, imperfections
the
mirror refuses to hide.
Gnarly
girls in swirls
of
b..
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***
The butter dish lid
must
be closed. Dirty dishes
are placed
precisely in the center
of
the sink. Each evening strands ..
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***
It’s
my first time to race.
First time mounted.
I’ve
never before felt this sting,
the quirt of your
words urgi..
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***
One
is salt. One is pepper.
It
takes both to make food palatable.
The
containers are identical.
Put
a label on o..
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haiku
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Blanketed
electric February malfunction.
Dalmatian
engines, clang of scurrying fires.
Troubadour
w****s killing time
as..
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***
When
I squeeze shut,
I
hear the tick, tick, tick
of
life passing --quietly --
a
closed eyed kitten curled
inside..
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