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In The Desert
June, avalanche came with hammers, pounding cradle into coffin for me, smashing off these fingers that wanted. (St. Louis opens boiling arms while I drag these empty things.) I searched through...
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The Orange Hatter
She is the orange hatter. Holding orange rose blossoms against black lace. Bride marrying a fish; a plaid, handsome fish. He watches her walk, holds stern hands together, to keep from touching a...
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She Snaps Like A
She snaps like a twig from a dead oak tree She snaps her fingers, one, two, THREE!!!!!! Standstill! Who will draw first Three sisters, count them. One. Two. Three. Huddled in her meat cleaver, she...
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Fruit Family
Some children have spiders in their brains, pressing buttons at bedtime, stopping nightmares, praising mothers. Other children have tapeworms. Cynical parasites eating juvenile appetites and vertebrae....
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Texas LongHorn
Up north, near borders and manure, a woman lives with a Texas LongHorn. She grows red potatoes and asparagus in spring water. She nudged her children with long pitchforks, for all the years that she...
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The Children In Their Sleep
A woman wrinkles over her chair,soaked in religion, piling God’s children on gravel. They eat with her discipleswhere bread is dry, yetmilk is sweet. I stand by with clover. I paint the children green...
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The Bone Yard
I fold my dirty body next to the sun as it falls to sleep across a boneyard. Our Daughters sleep in there, clinging on to life and on to death. They strip down to breast and bone for swine, gnawing on...
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a life of a ghost man
It is hard to believe in a dead man, a ghost, a life, a life of a ghost man…. a life that hands my limp direction over to those that can control it. They must have told him, the people, that his core...
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I Love Her More
She has a name hanging in a back orchard somewhere. Cowbells are ringing. I gave it up like an omelet to a woman married to perfection. I am missing limbs for limbs, heart for heart. Who am I to...
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Little Golden Girl
Sounds like you are lost right behind where you are almost are What are you doing here? Swiping what I have to say about that? It is I, making sure that no thieves take the golden honey from the hives....
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