poetry

3 Poems

I want to scream into the hearing aid nestled in his ear, Where is your fist? Thick-throated men in black coats scurry to the windows of the suite, scour the landscape with slitted eyes, estimate the arc of bullets. They move me from one chair to another to another until I am sitting so close his breath sparks moisture on my skin...

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Each one starts small and saccharine, / puffed bundles of confectioner’s sugar, / cottony chicks peeping softly. / Then the down molts and they grow. / Feathers fall to the ground, thicken / settling excrement. Sharpened shanks...

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She’s playing hooky for the umpteenth lunch / this month, pure lust—blowing the Weatherman, / to put it bluntly. Days when he’s off-screen / he calls and she comes running...

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Alien parents tuck their dearest pearl / into a pod, a rocket, a crystal crèche / and launch it into hopeful space. The girl / or boy or multi-gendered child inside / dies in hypersleep; the fuel depletes...

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Late November and gusts / rock the oaks to groans. / The living will find shelter: / pygmy rattlers seeking ground palms / for sleep, lizards scurrying / into thorny hiding places, armadillos