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RED
God is real because Red is thick enough to paint with/ because we can use our tongues to trace the face of a demon/ when it’s dark, when we’re bored, when we need fire/ Red, not the red of a stop sign or the American flag/ but Red, a Red that’s -
The West
here, the graves
are worn away
by the rain. here,
the city is clean.
it tingles. glass
skyscrapers
and demolished
cathedrals are
ghosts, carrying
bells they only -
Boiling
celestial bodies
are the antagonists
of my inner tides.
the moon pulls
and the sun boils
until all I’m left with
is the tang of salt.
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No Helen
You’ll never understand Sappho,
because you don’t read Ancient Greek
or the hidden pages of history
where we scrawled our passion,
with sequestered longing, desperate and dear, -
New Pollen, Old Soil
Growing up, I didn’t realize there was such a thing as a conservative intellectual tradition, or, to be honest, even a moderate one.
Loves
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Life goes on
it was bound to happen eventually
the death of a best friend
but now
now is a bad time
on hannukkah
what kind of a miracle is that?
now im miserable
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hanukkah miracles
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
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I Will Love You Forever
I went to work the day after they announced it. I stocked the shelves and listened to the radio from the speakers in the warehouse ceilings. Cars were piling up at the exits, trying to get out of town.
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Snowfall
As dry as sand,
wrung out and shrunken from the cold,
loose and shivering like dead hemlock needles in a parched winter wind,
puddling and sifting in the wake of footsteps.
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Awe
The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.
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River alternative ending
Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river. I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.