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Walkabout
Into the cradle of an eclipse I am born again With the arms of an adult and My own legs I skit from the underside side of a thunderbolt That flashed to bless the top of my head Walkabout Split me from my dreaming like quartz from the granite Worn to rubble Stone to…
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The Moth
Dark and dusty The anima of the red admirals’ cavalry Linen-winged and stormy In my last beats I rue the cool face of the lady who romances the sea. Oh I, naive me, I cast my wings to her, my eyes shone skyward the yearn to be reunited. Reeled by the rays that tether with…
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Summer Bit Me
Summer bit me and the stars swallowed the smoke from the city choked and fell out of the sky. You came and kissed me but only stayed a little while and I sat in the hallway and I sat on the stairs and I assembled the furniture so the spirits could be with me there.…
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Sedna
Terror You walk in, out, in, out. I walk around. I face and face nothing. Not myself. Not even. You raise your voice. I lower mine. We make spaces that the other fills. Submission. Dominance. Silence. Roaring. Familiar spaces. The sacrificial virgins to the old gods. Too many times now, my right arm, my last…
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The Mare
To go slowly, a brave thing. To stop and taste the Spring. To feel your weight on me, to go slowly. The mare of me, I buck at the bit of subtlety. My nostrils flare at the indignation of this pace, yet no carousel can spiral higher than its place. (I wish the courage to…
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Her
Although the acres of my arms open before her, she comes not when she is called, but only where she may. Held back by her locked sinews strapped to the rigidity of pain. I caught her in a photo, the light made her seem cold. And with her saber gaze, she cuts the glaze. Yet…
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The redemption of the Empress
Here I am at the edge of us, looking at the river that gushes from the cut. Here I am, again for the first time watch as I walk taking each tread delicate as red leaves that scatter out a deathbed for skeletal trees. Carrying my grandmother on my back to the river. The cold…
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Cull
Cruel nature, why do you inconvenience me, with the stripes on the tarmac interrupted horizontally by the lame death of the dark dog striped white from snout to crown Another casualty to edge around. For it is impermissibly crucial to keep clear the crux of the crucible, there is not room for blossom or bees.…
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