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Poetry

The Stories The Flies Tell About Us

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Days and days and days a-hum with pungent sustenance!
Huzzah, they say, to find an eye and go for a swim!

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Squirrel

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Roofer-doctored skylight
That's how the bastard arrived

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A Fire During Fall Waits to Be Lit

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In this season of fallen things
you move your play indoors

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Kerf

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name the space
left by the groove
of the saw

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Kenning

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Being from, for its own sake,
couldn't satiate. Many
reasons for an ash-cloud.

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All Souls'

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My husband lies beside me
like archeological time.
(The word husband
shimmery as a new purchase,
still chafing a little in my mouth.)
I love you I love you

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Weizenbock

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You waited three days after the gray fits and groans
of the superstorm to leave, as if its broken trees
had paved a woody path to bring everyone home,

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Lady Sidewalk

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Lady Sidewalk leans back on a park bench

and reaches up with both hands

to pull the star blanket down around her.

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Field Trip To The Underworld

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I follow single file the awkward girl
before me down damp wooden walkways dimly lit
with scalloped strings of incandescent light bulbs

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Honorable Mention: The American Treadmill

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Going on safari in the urban jungle
To hunt and kill my lunch
Washed it down with fruit punch
Waiting for a phone call
To bring news of afternoon deliverance

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