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Watching the Sheep
I asked him, where are the bullets kept? all dolled up in my Sunday best bedroom shoes and a battered old nightshirt He looked at me, puzzled they’d be in the bedside table, I guess if we kept bullets, or a gun in the house. So I went about my daily life painted my nails…
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Spring
If the fear doesn’t get me the winter will, freeze me out of myself until I crack and drown below the surface Each turn of the page pulls me closer A spiral drawn in shades of black and grey So for now I’ll sit and watch the rain, watch the world come back to green…
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Houses
All along the back roads in Virginia (and elsewhere too, the scenery a patchwork quilt stitching states together, miles of wood and pasture gingham strips in greens and browns) the houses rise up from the ground, planted years ago, crops forgotten in the avalanche of mega malls and mini marts, looking like the women, old…
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Epilogue
Give me something to look forward to, she said- The crease of your palm as your hand curves around the back of my neck, or the stillness that crowds your words when you whisper something no one else can know Let me be the one to taste the endorphins and whiskey in your voice When you…
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Snakes
There is a house full of snakes waiting to devour us fangs slick with the ejaculate of televangelists and politicians, bellies fat with power and the scrawny limbs of dying children, sacrificed for the greater good, gently laid to rest before an altar draped in patriotic cloth and the stench of soggy dollar bills wet…
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January 31 2015
In my trunk there is a photograph of me at age fifteen, one of my daughter at three, and my grandma’s cookie jar. There is a bag on the seat next to me with bits and pieces of her life taken from her bedroom. I haven’t looked inside but I reached in and felt a…
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At the End
They will pick apart your life with tiny sharpened forks and throw away the ugly pieces…
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Something About Hookers
I think I might be catching some sort of disease My back hurts more than it should. I want my money back this isn’t what I asked for It costs more than I thought it would I’ve nothing left to give. Plastic bottles all lined up, thoughts in one personality in another dreams flushed down…
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January 4 2015
Wouldn’t it be nice if age crept up on us now like it did when we were small hidden behind smooth cheeks and shiny hair long sun-browned limbs and the eternal slowness of youth until it shone forth with some remarkable First A loose tooth, a love note, a wobbly two-wheeled flight into the grass…
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On Nico Stai and Falling Stars
I sent you pictures of the moon and we were corduroy and woodsmoke, constellations hanging over threatening to crash and burn us up…
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April Fox 