Tag Archives: R. D. Landau

Cazadero (Before The Rivers Ran Dry)

Swimsuit lined with algae I sucked the river out of my hair. Jealous of the mosquito’s song, I drew my cello from a bed of reeds. We perched on a stone, endpin trapped in a mold-bedazzled log. I relied on … Continue reading

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Song for Dusting

I am the daughter of an oyster with indigestion. You were so much bigger. In our son’s belly, your facets catch the light. Drink a juice box to pass for human and get seasick. Lacking epigenetics, I teach: alternative method … Continue reading

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Jolly Good Luck To The Girl Who Loves A

I button your waistcoat like we’re backstage. You try to lace my stays but you’re no professional. (Dresser isn’t just a euphemism, whatever the journalists say.) “I do” you tell the female impersonator impersonating a priest. // Tonight, you wear … Continue reading

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