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…

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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…

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Reading Lynn Emanuel

  inside gertrude stein   Right now as I am talking to you and as you are being talked to, without letup, it is becoming…

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My Love For What Resembles

  Flutter and burn, you turn almost sideways, glinting like those who lay un-described and silent. Lackadaisical birds. Tell me something other than your two…

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Psychology & Wine

(I apologize in advance; this poem needs a lot of work.) Psychology & Wine 1. At first, when she was nervous, the girl peeled the…

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Early Signs Of—

It was on a night like this when I stopped trying to find you. Your body disappeared, and I was left in a sea of…

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Speech Impediment

You often says things in which I can say little in return—my growing deficiency—and the sky turns yellow. We lay a blanket in a field…

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