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You Will Leave This Place Behind
Zanskar, 1921 Your body will be placed on a large flat rock,High on a ridge in the mountains.The carrion birds are circling,Great wings block the..
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Inventing Words
condifluoia/ˈkɒndɪfluːɪɑ/noun: condifluoia; plural noun: condifluoia 1. the specific scent of tea leaves inboiling water when it soaks in sixstrands of freshly grated ginger on thehand-shredder,..
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Pirouettes in Bed
i’m drinking spring water in your bedroom naked head swept back and i can feel you watching my every move or memorizing my arms as..
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Mr President
I need to tell you about the old man sitting cross-legged on the crackedconcrete outside the Life building lifting drowningants out of a puddle with..
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Family Portrait
I. Pudgal, my grandmother explained, is the matter that sticksto your soul when you do a bad thing.Cloistered in the sunlight, stippled skin gleamingDidi probably..
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StarLab 2020
One of my kids is crying because a girl in the other second grade class fainted during the experience: A mobile planetarium in the gym, harsh..
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As if the zither wouldn’t quiver
As if the zither wouldn’t quiverVibrate its songThe reconciliation between various components of the familyThe doubtful connectionBetween the kiss of associationAnd loveThe drum double drummingOf..
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Wild
“Like I was suddenly some safer form of fire”-Ada Limon Parallel Mustangs revving at an intersectionBack and forthLike a conversation Between Neanderthals listing their killsAround..
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Once upon a February
I’m much more than a monthSo much longer than a dayI’m that which America fears to teachI’m more than the constitution will ever sayI’m in..
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Lie Down
It’s okay to dieStanding upA beetle-eatenPine on the slopeOf Mt. Baldy You’re not aloneOne day you justLie down in the brownNeedle-hay that was youTo begin..
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Elegy for Half Measures
I’m not about to say it’s anythingother than a coincidence, the factthat somebody in my group over twohundred miles from Bellinghamknows of Jeff Mixdorf, knows..
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Dhaka
Hurt people, there is no forever.Hurt people, always remember.— Fuad Ahmed Buriganga River washes the feet of your sons,Meghna River bathes ankles of your daughters…
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A Wal-mart at the end of the World
is spic and span; you could eat off the floorif there was a floor; there isn’t, justa huge hole you can’t see at first, as..
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The Heart Asked Me to Please Take It Home
In a plastic container wrapped in ice packs,a human heart sat next to me on the plane.I queried the flight attendant about the heartin the..
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Anthropology
My friend says that everythingis anthropology: chess playersin Tompkins Square, the lineof cars at Starbucks, preteen girlsfilming Tik Tok videos. But the young girl, baby..
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In an Irish Pub, After a Funeral
It’s March. The earth is dirge-soft with daffodils. The rain goes through seven stages of grief. When I was a girl, the first daffodils I..
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Bird of Breath: Four Rubai
سەردەفتەرێ وەصفێن تەیە دیباجەیێ دلیەک قەطرە ژ لوطفا تەیە سیراجەیێ دلذکرێ تە دکت دوڕ و ضیا لەهجەیێ دلطەیرێ نەفەسا های و هوویا لەهجەیێ دل A..
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Harmony
Her cooking is the honeycombthat keeps him succulent.He is seated, King Kong, at the head of the table,she is unseen, in the kitchen,sweating in holy..
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New Summer Moon
The pill passes fondly between hands, Overhead the sky is filled with the wretched screaming of some thousands of cicadas,The stars gather watching. It is bright..
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I always…
i always eat the same foodsrice and beans and a side of something or otheri always go to the same placediners with coffee, greek salads..
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My Teeth
In my dreams, my teeth commonly crackand fall out of my mouth. When my gumsgive way, there is a soft crumbling, a gritty feelingas I..
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In the Jardín Etno-Botánico
Snaking through mesquiteand saguaro, a long lineof jibber-jabber, pink-necked tourists mufflethe words of the Zapotecguide who shows usa geometry of amaranthand maize we have always..
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Riverside
After “Spanish Lady”, Irish traditional White crane walking like a bagOut of the hatch of rosemary.The white crane tugs and fades.Two brothers love the same..
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Isaiah Berlin Museum
Only barbarians are notcurious about where they comefrom, how they came to be wherethey are, where they appear to begoing, whether they wish to gothere,..