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Oh, Apathy, And how she sat with me On the window sill. “Please, Come chat with me,” She said To the bird, Who remained still. We...
The Moth and the Fish
I wrapped my son’s birthday gift In the cellophane of moths’ wings. It is fragile as the skin on his eyelids, As the chiffon of my...
Joke
“So, if you’re pan, does that mean when you see a pan you get turned on?” Yes, by gods, you’ve got me completely figured out. You’re the...
Galloping Glaciers
I warm my bones one at a time by the river of ice. I ask: “So, glaciers ‘gallop’?” “Not many, but some.” Frost curls my fingers in, I...
Tar and Feathers
The bird in her cage does not know what it is like to fly along the wind currents like a mighty force of nature. I. The bird has lost her...
Glutton
punished full of meat so heavy with stuff it is shameful taking a part of the world to keep within, to transform for oneself, an...
blueberry
happy when fat small when scared hurt when squeezed more when shared fertile when fresh wild when low less when tired fewer when snow...
A Highway Pantoum
Buses are lonesome beasts. When there’s snow outside, the quiet is deadly. Once, I was small as a strawberry seed— The lines on the...
Crouching Aphrodite or Learning to Love the Unlovable
“Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind” -Sappho translated by Anne Carson She crouches upon the pedestal that presents her in all her...
I Am A Pothead
The workshift-over night-into the morning-until 11:24 am-just shy of noon, internal debate I had about whether or not I could reveal...
