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The Art Museum
break my body into pieces
and hang it up in frames.
let all who want to come and visit,
give each piece a name.
and let my presence fill your rooms
in every empty space.
the walls will writhe with my emotions, -
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To The Girl Down the Street Who Used to Call
to the girl down the street
who used to call:
seeing you nowadays
feels like losing my breath.
I know it will come back -
I hope it will come back.
but in that moment
I still can’t breathe. -
Scrapyard Triolet
Among those mounds of cold barbed wire
you seem much more at home.
Your heart belongs to thorns and briars
among those mounds of cold barbed wire.
And though you say you need to find her,
since we left her alone
Loves
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Before the World Even Existed
She imagines the universe,
the world suspended in midair.
Before, nothing except possibility even existed.
The Milky Way, Earth, evolution–shimmer and dematerialize.
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Birdwatching
meet me in the dream where the windows open onto bird flight
with sparrows flitting shadows across the room,
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twenties
i’m young & inconsolable.
i slip from your infinity-pool mind &
catch my toes on tiles while you skin an apple alive,
curved crimson rind turned to crumpled core.
i watch my mirror-self cry. o midnight mascara’d mess,
