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After Awhile You Fade

look at me a hungry shade of light I blame this prison where glare is fractured into narrow shards where crisscrossed fragments turn skin pale blotter hair flour pounced and trammeled lips blanched faint & distant & bones cobble knob … Continue reading

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French Toast

I’m starving breakfast I ask? dip a slice of challah into milk & egg fry in butter pour maple syrup bread & adoration what a laugh another piece I ask? nods yes (see he is responsive) I lift a crispy … Continue reading

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Friday Night Card Game

I’m full of scratch me and my boys shuffle the deck roll the dice throw the I Ching throw a rickshaw ivory Made in Japan throw a look “that” look our future seems bleak I say Izzy jumps up on … Continue reading

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Beggar’s Song

hey feller full of glamour & awful gleam help me out, I got no legs hey boss got a nickel, got a dime, got some time got a hat right here yes siree toss them ten cent pieces tight smack … Continue reading

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Reunion

our family plus a cat squeezed onto a tiny triangle of dry land upholstered in moss & stone strewn with shreddings of dry brush all that is left when water drowns beach one of us had a magnifying glass and … Continue reading

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A Little Lost

I run through Manhattan gazelle-like mossy and pert down Sixth past a yakiniku cart scything through crowds dazed within some Zazen dream next time I look around I am smack amid a meadow spattered with rocky pattern where’s the city? … Continue reading

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Oil Wars

I bought an olive oil decanter today to replace the one my husband uses he said but I like the old one I said we don’t need two olive oil decanters he said okay I said don’t you like the … Continue reading

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Hands Off

old people hands string veined & loose spotted skin you can nip in an amusing way, make a little tent a girl frolicked one day with grandma’s hands toyed with bony crone fingers embellished by time see grandma she cried … Continue reading

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Queen of the Evening

sunset comes slow, corners blacken first air is dusky stale, the cat hides in her basket & overhead the ceiling dims until only puddles of light are left distant reflections & such I flounce on cushions bathed in yellow like … Continue reading

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Practical Matrix

After her husband died the household went downhill because she was useless when it came to ordinary tasks like taking out the carnage or grommeting hinges or opening a jar no matter how she struggled and spinned no matter what … Continue reading

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