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THE RHINOCEROS AND THE GYMNAST She bends over backwards and he shoulders the maneuver. He does his best to keep the horns of his head lowered and away from her next move: a back handspring. Each...
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HARDWOOD FOREST IN LATE NOVEMBER: ALL THAT WAS GREEN IS GIVEN to rot. Consider the wrack & vise of ice, then thaw’s sump: with every boot stomp or breezy crease this mat of maple leaves...
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SCENES FROM MY MASSACRE A long time ago the ego and I met. Beyond that, my knowledge is rather agoraphobic. We have been careless with each other I wake grinding my teeth I scream, my life is ruined!...
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DIS(RE)COVERY You seam my pleasure at the governor’s extraordinary show of short-sight. You are family feud’s fast money, the wager life lies or lies before you like a path of driven snow. You Hank...
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ALTAR Your skin so fair. Song asleep in the woods. Horizon falling under horizon. Run through the woods and dark briars. Open your face and run through it. Run to the horizon and the...
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PARKING LOT It is from here, parked behind this house rented in the complex, that she sees a rabbit race from dark to dark across the headlights and says to me, “look at that rabbit.” The communal...
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WHEN MEDICINE TASTES LIKE AIRCRAFT We all need a little break. We all need a little jolt sometimes, and the way that rocket ship undid me was not about metal or gas- powered weight. If lead wasn’t...
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CONTACT JOHNNY Where the word contact kills me I thumb back over my list. All crazinesses are non-linear in their touchdown psychosis. The lost have their own grace. —Return office...
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APOCALYPSE, AGAIN At first, it’s nothing but killing, and taking, but once fucking enters, barter comes in, and then other acts for other objects, and my husband assures me that in this new economy...
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TODAY’S SUNGLIGHT Today’s sunlight is entitled “Crisis.” It plays gentle havoc with the soft parts of me, makes me question those smiles of cloud in the far away sky. Davis Square lunchtime & the...
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