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the house
the house sways and the wind blows and calms and blows and changes direction you rise from your bed and mom rises from beside you and me and mel and alice rise we don’t talk while you dress we don’t talk while you eat we don’t talk when you turn and smile and wave your… Continue reading
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before blondes before brunettes before redheads came
before blondes before brunettes before redheads cameto this country werethere deerskin robes with fringes and beads and bells wornby women who faced the fire orangecrack of light at day risein a season between leaf bud and leaf fall were there women who faced the fire orangecrack of light that dividedthe dark sky from the darker… Continue reading
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snow coils in the street
snow coils in the streetdrift of pale anacondaair squeezed out of tires Continue reading
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at five hundred hours maybe six
at five hundred hours maybe sixthe streets through july are still partially shadedfrom the midtown sun by the overnight darkinto those streets comesthe ambulance in its kitten skinned coatits eyes flash like emergenciesit mews and a siren criesat one of the fourplex doorswhere with kitten claws its knockscrapes down the weathered tinthe ambulance is the… Continue reading
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