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Feather fallout
In the morning I watch the mountains fade into the cream of the sunrise and count the seconds before the fog lifts. -
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Peanut butter crackers and the inevitable ghosts of tomorrow
Today I found you in the peanut butter aisle. I stood there for a moment, frozen by the possibilty of your expression as you turned and recognized me and tried to think of what to say. -
To the Fig Tree on Koloĉep Island
When I say “fig”
I do not mean the kind
you get at the supermarket
in a clear plastic tub.
I do not mean the kind
that is shriveled, and brown,
and crackles when cleaved open -
Cinnamon, turmeric, and the dust in the corners
Who has a heart so wide to kneel on the floor and look up at me with big brown eyes and say the words I had been rehearsing since I rounded that corner and saw you there and didn't stop looking and wanted you to see?
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Double Line Deprivations
When I think of her eyes
I start to long for two mirrors
so she can stand between them
and see all of herself at once.
We try to fill ourselves
with as much of anything as we can gather.
