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Of Mothers and Daughters
i finally understand female rage. -
Dwindling Trilogy
I. Bassinet Mouth
soak her up, wring her out
spill the milk, bassinet mouth
may will come, oh it will go
pop them down, by heavens row
scrape the edge, blend it too
crack her mirror, doll’s dear youth -
Zanzi
Once Birch was bought
she left, feeling lost.
She placed covered pawprints
and settled in snow;
found without a whisper.
Oh, zingy old Zanzibar,
we’ll meet after March.
Close behind the barn,
summer ferns will form -
House Fire Down by Snow Alley
they buy the marrow of weakness
on the corner of featherless angels.
then resurface their stashed rigs
within the chest of their chapel.
they blaze spooned tar and pour
liquid heaven into icy blue rivers. -
Our Last Chance
War is all that we have seen;
mothers turning into human shields,
fathers’ pride sharp as the bullets cast,
children—younger than me—crying goodbyes.
Why should we know of peace?
Misery is all that we have known; -
Love, As It May Be
I crave to press spring
memories in the pages
of softest moleskin.
Journals with petals
spurring out from the buds of
newly birthed flowers.
Delicate as young
Loves
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Counting Flowers
I rang the doorbell to your heart,
and throughout your house it rang,
a bouquet of astilbes in one hand
and in the other a pink dove.
I carved it of cherry wood just for you,
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Perfect, Perfection, Perfectly
Perfect
I know I'll never reach
Perfection
No matter how hard I try
I can do better
I have to do better
I have planned out
The next 12 years
The college I'll go to
My grad school
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My Girlfriend
I feel her bracelet cold on my wrist
I taste the coffee bitter in my mouth
I smell her perfume drifting in the air
I see her standing over me, strong and beautiful
