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There is the ghost of a child in me. It longs to die, so afraid of living.

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You’d probably prefer to sneak back into me very still, swollen.

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I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.

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forget how to count starting with your own age starting with even numbers

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The leaves repeat my fall in choruses more ancient than my own.

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I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.

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Buckled by time and tides, the pier fails halfway to the deeps.

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By Wednesday morning I’d fallen in love with someone else.

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My husband collects bruises, counts how many rise above the skin.

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The celebration stops, like a sparrow hitting a sliding-glass door.

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The light, returning, nudged me from sleep, and walked me to dinner.

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My husband shovels snow from flower beds back onto the drive.

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What I eat, that heap has eaten. What I like, it gets, but less of.

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Motionless at the window. Forehead beaded with a line of fevered moons.

Poetry

I know about sex. It’s not a cardinal flying into the wrong window.

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They’re shrieking down Little Round Top, receiving the good girls’ glares.

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We roasted mastodons. Designed skewers, ovens, steampits.

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There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.

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I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.

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Lure, yes, you would know how to catch and clean such a thing.

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Welcome to my bed. I have these two beers, do you want them?

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If every present is possible, how can we have eyes to see?

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i was a wild thing down by the river, quiet like wild things are.

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I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

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There was only the gulf of our steps, our breathing brittle as string.

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Exhausted, androgynous, delirious, I delight in my many parts.

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In hushed awe they talk of things to come, a golden time of flowering.

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I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.

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I dug a hole in you; I jumped (here is the church, here is the steeple).

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I’m going to save up against the flood and stagger to carry nothing.