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Date: 2023-10-05 12:05 am (UTC)Thank you for running these.
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:06 pm (UTC)From Good Bones
Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
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Date: 2023-10-05 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:08 pm (UTC)From Heart
Where do you open?
Where do you carry your dead? There’s no locket
for that—hinged, hanging on a chain that greens
your throat. And the dead inside you, don’t you
hear them breathing?
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Date: 2023-10-05 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:11 pm (UTC)From Wren Songs
It’s an installation: Wrens pinned like brooches
to the trees, singing, their eyes glass beads.
Shake a branch, be wary of what falls.
In the unofficial spring, sunshine plays xylophone
on the lawn.
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Date: 2023-10-05 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:13 pm (UTC)From Apologue (1)
I don’t know what
you mourned. This tale was lost among the chestnut trees,
where I found it and brought it to you. Little Bird of Many Colors,
you are the kind who confuses wondering with wandering.
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Date: 2023-10-06 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:15 pm (UTC)From Doubting Thomas
What could I say to him, friend
I buried, when he woke and called to me
softly from the shadows?
Go now. The business of faith
bores me.
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Date: 2023-10-11 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:17 pm (UTC)From Trompe l’Oeil
I hurled rocks
into the quarry’s dark mouth,
bible black, and lied
about hearing them hit bottom.
Inside every stillness, I believed
something moved.
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Date: 2023-11-14 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:19 pm (UTC)From First Fall
The first time you see
something die, you won’t know it might
come back. I’m desperate for you
to love the world because I brought you here.
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Date: 2023-11-26 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:22 pm (UTC)From Parachute
the way beautiful things
reassure us of the world’s wholeness,
of our wholeness, is not quite a lie.
Beautiful things believe their own
narrative, the narrative that makes them beautiful.
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Date: 2023-12-02 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:24 pm (UTC)From What I Carried
I carried my fear of the world
and it taught me I had been right.
I carried it and loved it
for making me right.
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Date: 2024-01-01 06:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-01-01 06:26 pm (UTC)as morning, the sun cresting
like a wave that won’t break
over us—as if light were protective,
as if no hearts were flayed,
no bodies broken on a day
like today.