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Birdwatching
meet me in the dream where the windows open onto bird flight
with sparrows flitting shadows across the room,
where songs splinter in through door cracks and open air vents
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The Art Museum
break my body into pieces
and hang it up in frames.
let all who want to come and visit,
give each piece a name.
and let my presence fill your rooms
in every empty space.
the walls will writhe with my emotions, -
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Loves
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Before the World Even Existed
She imagines the universe,
the world suspended in midair.
Before, nothing except possibility even existed.
The Milky Way, Earth, evolution–shimmer and dematerialize.
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Birdwatching
meet me in the dream where the windows open onto bird flight
with sparrows flitting shadows across the room,
where songs splinter in through door cracks and open air vents
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twenties
i’m young & inconsolable.
i slip from your infinity-pool mind &
catch my toes on tiles while you skin an apple alive,
curved crimson rind turned to crumpled core.