Poetry
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Ajax killed men
and then animals
thinking they were men.
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I waited and waited, rethinking first sentences in my sleep.
Poetry
My books, I can hardly read them, they make so much sense.
Poetry
Is that coffee you have, or the hell of fusion in your cupped hands?
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Grasshoppers tumble from the reeds, snapping like electricity.
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Bees kill wasps by gathering around and tightening in the middle.
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The time a man kissed my hand when we met.
Though he’s been dead for decades now, I still feel the kiss.
Poetry
Fatwas condoned our arrest for the rouged contours of our lips.
Poetry
By the time the sun was barely over the trees, they’d started burning.
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Euclid stands in front of his lover’s door, open to the last hours of light.
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The moon it is red, and the stars are fled but all the sky is a-burning.
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I could go in for some pie
why the hell not, there’s so little time.
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Sixty-year-old veins look like giant roots breaking through earth’s skin.
Poetry
You’re standing too close to a lit house which could be yours—is it yours?
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Hear the voice of life telling you something from the inside out.
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Like every thing made, the photograph intimates a view.
Poetry
Is anybody out there? Nobody answered, and I felt archaic as prayer.
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The first skeleton drawn from the earth, they called beautiful.
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I wanted my love to be everywhere, then love began to bite through me.
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“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”
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Flesh is temporary, memory a tilting barn dismantled nail by nail.
Poetry
From a pyre on the burning ghat a corpse slowly sits up in the flames.
Poetry
In my head at least, you thrive, you die in this mix of ghost and gone.
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My brother stealing all the lightbulbs, my parents live without light.
