for the cloak of despair thrown over our bright & precious corners but tell that to the lone bird who did not get the memo dizzy & shouting into the newly unfamiliar absence of morning light from atop a sagging branch outside my window—a branch…
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Forgive me, for I have been nurturing my well-worn grudges against beauty. I am hoping my neighbors will show some mercy on me for backing my car into the garden & crushing what I will say were the peonies. a flower with a short season. born dying.…
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from the humid brick building below my humid brick building, a woman bellows at the pizza man. who, it seems, threw no cheese atop the crust & its red river of sauce because—as he shouts above the sirens of State…
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