this poem is not about a dog

but you wouldn’t know the pain when suddenly you can’t look me in the eyes          long gone sunday walks              so few             as if  there ever was the forest                 but i tried to help you explore the best I could.              soft hair, all those times i cried             you kissed me  & i […]

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Letters to Rilke

Dear Sir, I’ve tried not to send it. Correspondence slips easy this way. Into the drawer. There: Sweet stain under coffee rings. The manifolds of this wooden table are mauled now with plasticity: (Oak fibers embedded with plastic.) Elastic: this bone bends easy after a hundred years. Later: lately I question the methods of synergy. […]

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Re-Learning How to Cook

My best friend uses a soup pot as a laundry basket. When she hangs her underwear on the line, it’s always lace, colors that bloom like flowers. When she hangs her underwear on the line, she never uses clothespins. Instead she ties each piece in a slipknot– the underwear suddenly becomes flags, dancing in unison, […]

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