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the way you rot-- your dissolution so slow and graceful the eye can see no hints of softening tissue or buckling..

I'll drink from each cup you press to my lips, open my heart to what- ever I swallow, I trust you ..

The chromium was a gift from your mother, passed from her breast to lodge in your bones, each vertebrae plated un..

Your long fingers curled around the glass like dead vines, and the ice was hard against your teeth, sticking to your..

but years ago I had a T-square barring my heart and in my hand a pipette full of some poor, simple thing's scramble..

Your voice like a lost bird choking on its own panic and looking for windows that aren't there. Your voice soon ..

Over the black mesa and into the box canyon, the old village clinging to its side, gone to rubble or soon to be ..

Our new country has no fault lines, no cracks along which to split and drift from itself-- a new continent t..

Inverse haiku

The world goes quiet. Let this fall out of your mouth: no milk for you. No comfort in these mountains, on this island. There is no shelter, an..