Invoke: an inflorescent incantation

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  Meditate: though you balk at stalk, my tassels tantalize, manchild majazzling, intricate florals radiate out from the central sunflower, butterflies dally, dance, bees prance, bumble, dizzy, bop-pop out like beads, pollen-heavy, through levees, yellow grains dehisce this bliss—hiss, transfer … Read More

Illumination

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  If you hold the syringe sideways, is it more gangster? You push the plunger through the barrel. The hilt of the blade hubs the needle, holds the shaft’s darkness as a lumen. Beveled at an angle, at the site … Read More

Little Song

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  I feel like I am forgetting something every time I travel. Outside baggage, four excavators paw at the wreckage of the old terminal like the horses whose barn burns down in the dream my mom has when she leaves … Read More

Memory of Water

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  From his schoolbook, the boy tore out a map of seas. The teacher with her sunny face and scraped-back hair wasn’t looking. The blues were beautiful. He’d never seen a real sea. Only his grandfather, a fisherman, had. He … Read More

All Our Lives

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  the stew sauce sizzles little hope & joy accumulates we are made of what we forgive i go out for care, gaze & liquor i am the sky & the borrowed light an old porch hallowed by fireflies once … Read More

We Drink to the Unsayable

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  To a world spun around one question. To the geometries of the radio bird on brown brambles in winter— to our kitchen doors & dens of disorder. To the children who never come back. To their clothes hung perfectly, … Read More

You Had a Sibling, Briefly

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Your mother wanted to give you an origin story of which to be proud, not the embarrassment of finding out she was pregnant while working the land records of the courthouse & ++when your father said he was at the … Read More

Rites of Passage

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A thunderclap, and the sparrows erupt from the clouds like a shock of rain. I awake to such closeness. My youth, the bird struggling in my chest with all its white-hearted glory, the rifled plumage ++++both bleeding and not— Meanwhile … Read More

Fieldscape

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  We wake in the dark. The night, wide as a horse’s maw, yawns. I want to be as silent as the trees before shaking leaves from their sides. It snowed for the first time in New York today. By … Read More

Lunar Cycle

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  my body sheds new life, over & double. i was told both it was sacred, it was filth— in other words godliness i do not care for. my folklore says you could feed a house spirit with excised blood … Read More

Red Geraniums

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  My children have been excused from the table, have picked up their plates, half-nudging their chairs in with their narrow hips, and jangled their silverware all the way to the sink. My mother is already in the sideyard picking … Read More

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