Category: Family
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Jeanie
Skies hang today like my gray-brown bed sheet from when I knew you, discolored by countless nights of filthy feet and scraped knees from spud and ding dong ditch and ghosts in the graveyard, never washing white. How long it takes to see the nonwhite on the sheet and then longer still to decide whether…
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Daily practice
My muscles tear for you, infinitely small and subtle, healing and tearing again. In time, I am bent to fit you, my edges sanding down, curves softening, wrapping through yours, less opposite, more flexible, able to twist with your twistings, sigh with your sighs, wonder with your wonderings — a multitudinous one. I dissolve, I…
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1108, college edition
The Bustle in his Bedroom The Weekend after Drop-off Is loneliest of industries Enacted by the Mother — The Sweeping up of Bookshelves And putting Clothes away We shall not see used again Until Thanksgiving (nay! Christmas) — —————————————— One thousand pardons to Miss Dickinson, and to readers who are a little tired of my…
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Four haiku on the August garden
I. Four white roses bud in the scorching August sun with care, confidence. II. The sun loots our patch in its hegemonic rage. We defend this space. III. Rain, drench us through. The heat swells, crackles, moans — grant your persuasion. IV. Four white roses bud in the soulless August sun, pressing their case.
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