Poetry
Molecules of our bodies only lightlybind, allow for life by not releasing,in their coupling, enough heat to burnthemselves to ashes, allow for death by easilylosing interest, and unlinking.
When I walked into the forestof camouflage, faces turned,gleaming through the leaveslike tin plates hungamongst trees for targets.
Sometime between the hen and the singing harp, Jack's mother changes hermind. Yes, the gold eggs glitter in the morning, yes, she eats off coins the size of saucers, yes, she knows tomorrow he will bring another wonder down the
Down at the Pizza Factory you can get a mini pizza for a buck plus a quarter for each topping.
I sit at her table and eat ground cherries she peels their lantern paper skin makes little stacks of pale orange balls
Discarded when their LEDs started to fail and the numbers surfaced only in pieces, a line of floating sticks or hieroglyphs in blocky shorthandlines, right angles, inverted horseshoes
In the parking lot after Romeo and Juliet have killed themselves for love, after the Capulets and Montagues have renounced enmity, we sit stunned in our cars by a greatness of love and loss
Kitchen necromancer, mom unburiesthe washer each week from its shallow graveof crochet magazines, Wonder Bread bagsof phone bills, coupons clipped and saved towardssome unexpired future where Point Beer
Cold floor colder than my sweat, his voice a Tennessee hush at my ear, hand soft on my back as if to say he will not hurt me if he doesn't have to so I know I got to do
No makeup or mirrors, nothing that reflects,no TV screens, no tinted glass, no tin.No clinging clothes or cameras,no photos or frames,no possibility of any shape, trapped.No trappings of any kind,
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