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Getting in the shower is the hardest part(too many voices to steer around in the hall)even when a baptism is just what I need.My daughter’s unwa..
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restless stirring fingers tap in time with hot flash surges
frantically refreshing the page
like tiny manic New Year’s resolutions
kee..
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My fruit is anything but strangeIt is a default, ‘flesh-colored’ meat, with primly folded handsIt sprouts a pale flower on a nightshade vi..
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I have my mother’s fur coat, its shield against
the cold fire of eyes, a sable stare in regret
I have the jolt of my daughter’s scre..
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My son’s record player skips
years off my life, drowning port
holes in my summer mouth
He lays Playboys, like Spring,
on ..
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Set me adrift.
Watch the crackled paint of my fledgling gunwale
lurch from side to side, bobbing like a nervous buoy,
my hull blinking its un..
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In venerated halls, you spill yourself over stone -
drape fences,
frame shuttered eyes,
reach steeples alive with swinging bells.
We in..
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Fallen twigs from last season
Pile beside the firepit
Leaves crumble under my
Winter boots
I spy the old chair I won at an antique mall
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Stray seeds skitter under doorframes,plant themselves between synapticcracks. Parched gravel bleeds yellow-greenpeople-sized flowering doubt, balloons..
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What can we keepWhat things will keepWhat will keep usWhat can I learn from this soilFrom these souls that lie in the groundWe inhale the smoke, exhal..
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