Poetry
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Three Poems
All Night I Dreamed Growing up my motherhad an abortion rights stickeron the front door of our suburbanraised ranch. Red shingles and blackshutters. Inside me my rightswere a tight fist. I would not openmy fingers no matter how hardboys and…
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Three Poems
In Good HealthThe stripe across my neck makes me afraid of my body. I sip Tylenol,check the pulse in my temple the color of my tongue. You are unmoved by the litany of afflicting ailments. I name the long, many-lettered…
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Leaving Paradise
I moved to New York for an ideaanimated by imagery:red and yellow leaves, snow, and lots of walking.Blue mittens and bloated coatsresembling pastry. And then six months later:bare shoulders, grass roaring with bugs.On my last Sunday in California, I stood…
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Three Poems
*** *** it is finally spring & i am tending your garden& you are gone. it is unfair of deathto ask so many necessary questions,then to pry the answers from uslike warped wood bending away from itself.you are gone &…
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Two Poems
BEFORE THE AFTERLIFE Early in our love,we sit in the Swan Room,ceilings high as a tomb,blood-heavy curtains,clusters of moon lamps.Fake swans lurkeverywhere. Overdirty martinis, cloudy vialsof brine, we revealour death plans:ashes for both.Water, I say,my body scatteredinto sea or fjord.It…
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Three Poems
Migration for Mimi this march the barn swallows will return packing their mud nest under the eaves gold-chested they dash among the limbs of an oak tree, fork tails splitting the sky whistle & click their little song transports me…
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Three Poems
a chainsaw made for her and yours The Chainsaw was invented by Scottish scientists John Aitken and James Jeffray who created a hand cranked “Aitken’s flexible chainsaw”, to split the pubic bone from women in difficult labor and remove the…
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Five Poems
I am the Holy Ghost! You are Entangled! Mostly embarrassed of my dead father,I was below the fig,looking up, open-mouthed,following the bees feastingthe fruit to ruin, slogging through the funk lifting from the floorfrom what had fallen; it was the…
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Two Poems
Equations You make them up,the tiny alliancesbetween having kidsand having trees,between kidsin the trees andtheir handspainted intothe disappearingshape of light.You make theconnection betweena lot of hormonescoursing through you,a lot of chaos at the door.Between the fishgone limp and thechild in…


