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Poetry

Even as a child, I was skeptical—testing God when He wasn’t looking.

Poetry

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

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Poetry

Before there was air, sublime silence. There was no one not to hear it.

Poetry

He loves me. That’s half enough: he’s the only man around.

Poetry

It is here I learn the speech of men. The speechless guilt of every swig.

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Poetry

Everything hung in perfect balance. Light and dark, heaven and hell.

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

Poetry

Imagine the world you want to live in; make the world in this image.

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I slipped one sparrow black and shivering into my mouth.

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Poetry

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

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

Poetry

He greets you with a kiss and marries your elbow to walk the path.

Poetry

Time is a hearse and horse, a carrot and stick, a window and widow.

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

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our minds are not the same if they were the same you would be here

Poetry

The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.

Poetry

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

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

Poetry

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

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Elsewhere, perhaps here too, regimes stagger, a congress ends.

Poetry

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

Poetry

I told you how I’ve always been attracted to little violences.

Poem of the Week

If I bring the wrong pen the words look like snow piles on an empty page.

Poetry

I let you pull my hair, throw me to the rocks, disarrange me.

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Absence rarely makes the heart grow fonder, or so my mother said.

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Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing

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Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.

Poetry

Imagine octopus, and keep the talk going through the chew.

Poetry

They plant whispers where shouts incinerate into hisses.

Poetry

The mechanism and its crank pull us forever closer, you and I.