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Animals

We are earnest at the zoo. My dad and I look at all the signs. They are creamy plastic with greying sketches that have been scaled up from their...

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Snapshots

Jigsaws The strings of your violin are attached to my heartstrings. That is how I would begin a poem about you. I am too proud to say what I...

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A Pair of Gloves

And then I knew what I had been waiting for was not the dance, but returning from it– gliding behind the headlights into what might have been snow tunneling...

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Dialogue & Dialogue 2

Dialogue GOD: I’m going on Lexapro. ME: What changed your mind? GOD: I haven’t been myself lately. ME: Don’t you think you should see someone first? GOD: I don’t...

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Coma

There was one moment when I thought I might be happy: I was driving home after a day of laying mulch, of red bumps appearing on skin, irritant as...

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12.24.2012

Bury me in the backyard, next to your bris piece. You know, your pee-pee. It’s only a small part. Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. I have a fever....

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Pillar

(after a sculpture by Louise Bourgeois) Found, strewn on the beach: Odysseus the object, the thing wanderer.   A slit, a slot with a button; crooked and pockmarked bone—...

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Basho loves Men Without Hats.

Safety dance haikus

Five dollar ticket. Thirty dollar spandex from AmApp.  Investments.   The neon so bright, Sweat bands, headbands, leggings tight. My poor eyes can’t deal.   Commons smells like poop....