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The vacancy within me contracts
in fruitless imitation of accomplishment,
as the earth turns red
from the blood that precipitates
and scor..
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Because I forgave you for raping me--Because I forgavethe metallic taste of your belt buckleagainst my lips,the degradation of new leathercircumnaviga..
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an ekphrastic poem, inspired by Edgar Degas' painting, The Star
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A woman pauses to admire the tulips,
her ancient hands stroking the velvet blossoms
with nostalgia,
and asks me
--a pathetically harmless ..
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for my sister
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Her lungs,birds around her heart,stopped fluttering their weak wingsbeneath the morphine and the steady hum of the electric blanket.Her body stoppedas..
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“I think it is highly
ethical.
After all, what my wife
wants
most of all is me,
and the [robot]
is me to the hairiest
detail.
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You’re ten and Lucas Garcia holds
your wrists against the RC machine
in the corner.
The vending area is encased
by a wire cage
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after watching my niece being born, October 2010
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One of a series of poems I wrote during my first trip to NYC.
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