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12:00 A.M High Tide
Kid sitting at the edge of a dock.
Legs swinging in free fall.
Wood scrapes into his hands.
He thinks that the stars can talk to him.
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Midwestern Night
Midwestern night.
There’s something out in the fields,
Something banging on the roof.
Fresh vomit in the toilet.
The sink is running, so you can’t
Hear your own heavy breathing.
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Pliocene Morning
There was a collapsed star.
There was light at the very end of a cave.
There was lightning that struck a tree.
There was a baby born
With a slightly bigger skull, one day.
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Final Bow of the Puppets
The humans are out there taking their bows in the light where the world can see.
We are piled up,
cold and immobile on the floor as the green room light fills
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Broken Glass Angels
Crunched windshield from last February.
Glass was embedded in his hand from when the truck flipped.
They hit black ice on the road.
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Pre-Cambria
All the little animals swam up to feel the air that day.
They danced in the water like they never had before.
I know they did.
Loves
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Sir Jack and the Hydra: A Modern Cautionary Tale
Listen to my tale of woe
from the olden days
Sir Jack, he was a nobleman
who worked in all the trades.
The Queens, they all adored him
for he never missed croquet
the Kings called him for gin and rum
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Knuckles
Today the skin of my knuckles split. Blood made a little stain on the back of my hand, and it stung. I saw the splotch, at first, earlier in the day, anyway, and it wasn't too bad, just a little red circle.
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baby dandelions
golden like the sun,
blooming in the spring,
till they turn to fuzz,
flying in the wind.
what our parents call weeds,
what we called flowers when we were young.
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Where I Keep My Heart
In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
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Sea, Stars, and Philosophy
Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,
nestle between each grain and wait
for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how
the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things
