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there was unexpected fury
in the park on Howard street
at the brown and speckled bird
who didn't even flinch
when my tires brushed her side
I said, I could crush you, and
your feathers and bones and blood
would stay pressed into the pavement
until a man in coveralls
peeled you up
in the park on Howard street
at the brown and speckled bird
who didn't even flinch
when my tires brushed her side
I said, I could crush you, and
your feathers and bones and blood
would stay pressed into the pavement
until a man in coveralls
peeled you up
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Literature
apocryphal
so cunning and seemingly honest
at times there is nothing but wit
yet not quite real on the inside
but nothing we care to admit
Literature
notesleep
playing my emphases like harp strings
your voice smokes thru the oaken bramble
pour a carbonated apology, a sun-stained
mile marked envelope, two ill-fitted birds,
hands small holes right before a rush of river
what it feels like being swallowed from the outside
crushing rings into truth serum, pretend
to be out of tune with that deception
I have been unable to parse my own persona
a pink cotton voice I remember thru the phone
I remember because it formed me into a granary
one crop after another of patriarchal idioms
whisper my secrets so softly into a glint of red hair
a saucer-eyed lace pattern cut into pine paper
I practice radical self lo
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it was startling.
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