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Apartment-Living

  You turn in your sleep, and it is at times like these when I wish you could wake and listen: I am ill. I know there are times when you lie awake, hearing the sounds of another’s bed, hearing the sounds of children running in the streets after dark. These are rudimentary: the skin… Read More Apartment-Living

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Ekphrasis

  1.   Create for me a river made of stone so that I may look nothing like you.   2.   One thousand moons. Rutabagas at slumber. Soft birds. Each of these have something in common: They look nothing like you.   3.   A girl runs through an orchard like a fish, all… Read More Ekphrasis

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Hypochondriac

  You and your wings have left me paralyzed—the ‘skeltered wings      hanging like crows’ nests, indefinitely, fusing together like salt and ice. And she said: Please, do not call me darling anymore. The sky still carried some of the incense left over from a lunar rain, craters full of something other— something that… Read More Hypochondriac

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