He moved close enough to whiff my aftershave. Our eyes met before he grimaced.
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Category: Poetry
The children / dance on open flame, scrawl shapes across the sky / you feel the ground vibrate as they raise hell / on all your futures.
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He slices an opening in the side / of my breast and puts a needle inside / which flails around like a water hose he can’t control / in the yard
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in silence, those dark minutes of recess when they stomp on my shadow with their hyena / laughter
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“Do you know what it means to be glorious in a way / even God doesn’t see?”
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“every long night before I met you // every long night when I wanted you”
It was late in the evening and dark, the dark river with its lights passing by, reflections from the Seine travelling across the ceiling, sliding along the walls.
I have not / strayed far from the dead. I see their hip favored / executives and can pick them out from big / crowds
That day has never ended. / The fence he built is still new.
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“Sometimes I feel like a beetle. / Hanging on to a blade of grass / for dear life while what others describe / as a gentle breeze knocks the wind out of me.”
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It’s theirs as much as mine, / this house, their great black wings / sweeping past windows as the day unfolds
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After double shifts / waiting tables at the country club, / she soaks herself pruny, / floats on the water until the streetlights hum.
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The historical cloth covers two forms / beating like the angels’ hard bodies in the midst of changing time.
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“I tried twitching my nose, but nothing happened.”
Entangled one with another they watch us. / The good died too soon.
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O, old ocean! the river has mixed with your waters / where I so often bathed
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“I licked every word in the story, to know its taste”
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“Maybe the remnant tells the whole / story”
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“My teachers told me // I should practice, but they never said why.”
Michelangelo said, / “I saw the angel in the marble / And carved until I set him free.”
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Revolution / is the party we throw / at our unhappiness when we discover it / looks like tyranny
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“I collected dresses many sizes / Larger, dreamed of all the bodies crowded into those // Forms.”
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“Outside, harmonious cats / tread the pathway.”
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“From space you can see the shimmer / of the thousands of immigrant children / wrapped in tinfoil sleeping on the desert // sand”
The roof soars so high above the sky’s hanging at arm’s length / And you, dear, are now drunk on a thousand glasses of wine
“Looking up / the wave of your gaze arrived / upon my shore.”
He demands I be a man. What is it to be a man? I ask him.
“for just a moment I lived / through what they may have felt”
“Am I with you, my son, in eternity, / though linear time is all I see?”
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