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Bowfinger and His Alien Crew

a red car glides by on its slick waxed belly and the crew runs across the street after it fake alien blood staining the Indian’s white collared shirt that displaces the fat in his chin We stare up at the … Continue reading

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Grandpa’s Table

If I tapped for a hundred years, there’d be a hole in this table we watch his hand move an oil rig pecking in yellow fields milking our kitchen table wood stretches and creaks, waking for the century light spots … Continue reading

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Print Protection

A grapefruit tree throws clusters of shadows out of its lunch bag arms, small crystals and huddles of clay loitering in the print groove fabric of my feet A record player could reveal the songs we were born with on … Continue reading

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Trujillos

Your cheeks pillow hot air balloons and the flames singe your eyebrows into strips, Christmas tree lights large noses reflected in the ornaments We land in a cornfield small in creaking straw baskets Eeee, the moon in Santa Fe looks … Continue reading

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