Poems of the Week: 2026
Everything about us, for better or worse, we make ourselves.
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Some say there’s a skeleton out here, a symbol of cleanliness.
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Comments flood my screen with seething, cartoon faces.
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I was a stranger to most people, myself incriminated.
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The shorebirds bank toward the west—flashing too fast to decipher.
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You go out larking with a neatly mustached man.
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how wonderful all the turbulence and greeting and ash in my wine
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