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“Dear Deborah” & “The History of Western Philosophy”
“The body is nothing, trembling here / Waiting for the room with its antiseptic bed / To be clarified and readied — a life suspended / Between two infinite middle fingers …
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“What I Want Isn’t What I Want to Want” & “And What of the Fleshy Contents of My Skull?”
“I want to dig in, eat fancy-lace polymers / for breakfast, each inorganic molecule /’ a unicorn in captivity.”
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“Ars Poetica III (Time Destroys All Things)” & “When We See (No Joke)”
“And in plain sight the missionaries and pickpockets — the mouths they refuse. / Including the baskets and hours that form the world you have no use for.”
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“Caribbean Nocturne” & “At the Bottom of Tea Cups”
“I’ve never heard anyone say / referring to a tea drinker // that he was in his cups / though it could be said of me …”
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“By Rote”
“An oak tag string of ABCs / Block style hangs above the blackboard. / Chalk dust tinges the letters of the law. / Diligently, a small girl copies …”
Poetry |
“After Our Shift. Sanitarium 51,” “The Troubled Sleep of Jimmy L. Sanitarium 51,” “Mrs. Asra Leaves a Note Under the Vase. Sanitarium 51” & “The Professor Calculates Spring Using Schrondinger’s Thought Experiment.Sanitarium 51”
“No flashlights, just moonlight. Behind Dining’s dumpster. / Insomniacs and talkers, in rat grey pajamas. / Yeah, true we were breaking Rule Seven …”
Poetry |
“Felled Oak”
“For you, an eyesore, for me, an object / of light and form dignified by age // and trust, weathered or beaten, but there — / as if it would have reason to stay, // as if I had cause to see it as lovely.”
Poetry |
“Girls Department,” “1961” & “All At Once”
“My wet skirt stuck to the seat. / That breathtaking fist of pain / when the thickened wall I couldn’t see / shed its unbreathing ball of cells …”
Poetry |
“Summer, So Full”
“falcons coasting / on updrafts, / bougainvillea in bloom / and the dark high-res / glimmering indigo …”
Poetry |
“Today My Mother Called to Apologize”
“Nothing else — she wanted to hang up / immediately after. She is 92. I am 64. / When I was 3, she put me in a diaper / to punish me for an accident.”
Poetry |
“Speaker,” “Fierce,” “Confessional” & “Concessions”
“Feral is the name given to what is wild / by what isn’t. Whatever it was that owned me, / that kept me guarded, has vanished, / has let me go …”
Poetry |
Poems from “The Lisa Sequence”
“… The last hour waiting / for clemency that does not come, telephone deadly still, petition / ignored. Last shifting its meaning from final to endure.”
Poetry |
“Duncan Farm November Meditation”
“what died with father / what died with mother / there was more i wanted to know / say again the names of distant places / russia lithuania ukraine”
Poetry |
“Maybe the Messiah”
“Maybe the Messiah not coming is proof enough, Kafka chalks / across the board, that God exists. He’s subbing my eighth-grade / math class …”
Poetry |
“To the Last Bottle in the Back of My Fridge”
“I can quit whenever I want. / But not today, not now, / when you have just coaxed me onto a table / at the bar and now I am spiraling / out of sync with the music.”