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little gertie tugging at her leash             close by the fucking elbow-dip bars rows of oleanders in himmel park stretching to sky bang, there he was back at the old family scene             up in the attic with plastic cushions                         stained in … Continue reading

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Too Close to Give Away

I left the aluminum ladder out next to a few clay pots and awoke at 3 in the morning to move them into the shed you would not let me sleep otherwise is that how love extends itself after what … Continue reading

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Staying Behind the Blue Car Forever

we were going to digitize those Mexico slides but the oxygen concentrator distracted us don’t forget the Christmas list you told me I leave the room when you use that suction device what will I do with all these hair … Continue reading

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When Everyone Leaves Me

I am brushing my teeth over and over and over again propped up in my hospice bed brushing away as if having decided since i can no longer walk on my own can hardly eat people visit me almost as … Continue reading

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Fresh Rolls

His father, that swinging jokester,                joined him in the warm salvation                of that enormous bakery where Bakers in their white vestments                blessed them with clouds of flour                and tales of redemption and heat Massive trays filled with rising                dough completed … Continue reading

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When the Monk Spoke

When the monk spoke My students in their crisp white shirts and Blue skirts or shorts were as attentive as Butterflies contemplating a fresh bloom Even the bystanders are mostly crouched As if in the hope that some blessing might … Continue reading

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