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ribs

            charlie and i don’t have much time so i follow them on the subway             (the one train, it buys us a moment)             and from my perch on their shoulder i watch it empty – draining into ninety-sixth, clearing its throat … Continue reading

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sapped

when new jersey dragged me home in its fingernails, i decided to grow a forest – glossy dracaenas canopying my nightstand, tendrils and spears communalizing in my windows. i thought they might stop the urge to disappear, but they couldn’t … Continue reading

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kendall told me to write her a poem

i had to notice the undertones when i drew you – your skin is blue underneath. but i always saw you as orange, like the landscape we both know is scotch-taped to the door room of your memories, an advert … Continue reading

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vacation planner

you’ve been coming to new york for years now and you never get here. you tread water, you skip back like a record; your roots are growing into the silt of the alpine. i trade places with the self of … Continue reading

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