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I Knew Her in '05
She wanes in the sky,
looming over the clouds and
prancing upon the darkness above
me. I knew her all
too well, I knew her
just well enough to know
how the highlights of her -
The Bear
The Bear has once again greeted me
in the dining room during lunch.
He has slumped behind the office desk
covered in coffee stains and piled receipts.
He reads the obituaries in the daily -
Snowed In
In a blue house with a red roof
lays a scraggly dog and his human.
The frost creeps up in their sleep,
decorating the house in winter,
crafting a vignette by the furnace.
These two young beings snore -
Of Mothers and Daughters
i finally understand female rage. -
Dwindling Trilogy
I. Bassinet Mouth
soak her up, wring her out
spill the milk, bassinet mouth
may will come, oh it will go
pop them down, by heavens row
scrape the edge, blend it too
crack her mirror, doll’s dear youth -
Zanzi
Once Birch was bought
she left, feeling lost.
She placed covered pawprints
and settled in snow;
found without a whisper.
Oh, zingy old Zanzibar,
we’ll meet after March.
Close behind the barn,
summer ferns will form
Loves
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So No One Can See
After a night of snow (always a fitful night for the clouds, I think, tossing and turning, trying to coat the earth evenly with their powdery delights), when our driveways are indistinguishable from the white and more white around them, my neighbo
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Sugaring
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither." -
Garment Workers In LA
City streets fill, coming to life like the beginning of a movie
The buildings glimmer on the outside similar to a new ruby
But inside everyone toils endlessly like it’s their duty
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Supernova
The explosion of a star,
Happens so far-
away, you’ll never see it.
Though, in the death,
The colors are like a breath-
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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After
“What happens beyond life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, after we die.”
“Well the point is that we don’t know.”
“But what do you think will happen?”