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We cling to an exact number of planets, to the Earth Our Mother.

I ask that now I be allowed to see the one my vision has been denied.

a clock struck again & again by a granite fist; us masked & rocking

It was comforting to see her suffer the way we suffer, hollowed out.

Centrifugal force circled the beasts until they swirled airborne.

Afterward, it was nature that was blind, and she who was wild.

Raw, glistening—god’s design. Her newborn flesh-on-the-bone.

It was good they were Africans, she thought. It meant less danger.

Anytime I drifted off I wished to wake up against a cold, silent body.

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

The trees were a sign from the devil, a warning of the terror to come.

Watch out. That we thought him gone only proves his wily knowledge.

Struggling to find my budget hotel, my stress rose as the sun faded.

“Look down,” I said, comb in hand. “Let me check behind your ears.”

If you didn’t listen you would think it was a cry for help or sympathy.

He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.

I walk and I rest while the eyes of my dead look through my own.

“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”

Black wings thrash in trees, then strafe me low, my head their devil.

The King’s affair was supposed to be a secret. But you know how it is.

We shall still cherish in our hearts the memory of those dead.

“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.

They caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.

There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.

Francis too had his time in the wilderness, lost in the mountains.

“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.

so this god is only wood and holes, a blank, like the moon’s unlit side.

He picked up a fairy disguised as a go-go dancer and brought her home.

Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.