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Each death a sonnet, every grief / fourteen lines.
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2310
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They were always a little angry, the blind,
trying so hard to be independent.
They didn’t want or need your help.
They were like bees. You had to learn to leave them alone.
Until one day I guided the fingers of a blind man (this was during the
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510
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Music can be said/
to make it audible
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6468
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Music can be said/
to make it audible
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191129
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The Lizard Catcher had a boyfriend
with red hair and green eyes.
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722
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70932
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In the early days of the atmosphere there was less dirt, and the rain had trouble falling. There were no stoplights on earth, only rivers of white light. Early man and birds collided in the upper air, because everything was clear and light like a feather.
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1900
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A man walks up and faces
this new red brick wall.
The bricks are all perfect,
as you might expect in a dream.
And the cement is tuck-pointed,
without a dribble, anywhere.
He looks at the wall
and puts his head through it.
And when he pul
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2300
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So Old Buk is sitting at the left hand of God.
You can’t tell who’s on the right side.
But every one of the angels are hushed
Until God and Buk finish their hand of poker.
Beer bottles are strewn about everywhere,
Though there’s no drinking
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720
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512910
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In the language of breath, the only certainty is that/at some point, anything will want its body back.
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17162318
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a poem about an abduction in my NYC neighborhood
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5333
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The poems arrive/
spectral post
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