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whitening artery

She’s bad news, like a long hospital hallway you can’t follow, a whitening artery — this dry ghost of what was, always the approach but from an unclear distance — the incipient thing you can’t see — do you hold … Continue reading

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Red Clay

  Rutted, red clay — when they didn’t speak. We felt through the dark for the first moving thing. Swept hand, conducting the silence. Keys — big hands. After years of use, smooth metal, and a golden feel. Early sparrows … Continue reading

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Art

You can wear art, smother skin with caked thick paint. It can be your personal panoramic vistawith no eyes. Pretty words that dangle acrobaticallyfrom eyebrows, burrowlike liceuntil you can’t sleep. But how much harder to simply hold this, two-fingered, like … Continue reading

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When the Sun Fell to Earth

  The sun’s holy aroma fell to earth, warbling in its middle, extending outward to spin and be spun, hot fire focused on her single-chambered heart, dizzy, and happy, and loud. Pleasure wafts through spun metal, some central piece of … Continue reading

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Trapdoor

When I see the spring-hinged door that leads down into god-knows-where propped open with a word wedged at an angle in its mouth, I cannot always tell whether the word is coming out or climbing back in.

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Tomato Prayers

Something about a tomato wants to be worshipped, coaxes lips to move in unison. Fat Buddha on the windowsill, unperturbed, satisfied, the summer’s sunlight gathered and held. In multitude, in excess we bring the great giving fruit to friends, we … Continue reading

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Wayfinding

Her finger points a twining route east, following neon highlighter across roads too small to name. He had wanted to go west into the impossible. A shift-torqued firestorm of hydrocarbons. He accelerates towards the smell of water. It’s not an … Continue reading

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