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THREE POEMS

Bear her body smash

easily as bodies do

slim torso, a child

a trifold Mid

western dark



teevee stains kitchen

prize inside bloody

sheets her outsides

a lost moon scattered

bottles & ashes



body little

press kit tight

x-rays a proof

to hang on

the walls of bright

colored rooms



God forbid belonging

she gash, an open

task on the seat

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Firecrack and pop square four, a game
together in the cool dim
evening sweet and star-chiseled

we sang one two down
to the block with the discarded shoe
and the lake came over for a swim



grabbed the jar marked       M   O   O   N   S   H   I   N   E


drink it
dad did
resting
to a tree



Dear lake, forget about me



Bitter pair of footprints
and a whistle tuned to:
the aunts like their new men

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Being is like basting

a tomato plant     today

a painter tomorrow bound

to fold up   How

many lipsticks can I bear



One for prom Sunday

prim Sunday one for dirt

&  ter  ra  cot  ta  &

dinner for two



we didn't grow

back we patterned



a steam fountain a grove

a palm raw

flesh

it means to rise



I feet


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in your beard candy cane