Monthly Archives: February 2010

Dog Ear

I am a page torn but not easily removed from the journal you didn’t keep. I’m  a face in the crowd you can’t look at but recognize with your eyes closed. I’m  the book you bought, thought you’d devour, never … Continue reading

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Tiny Changes at the Last Minute

Accidents no longer mistakes. Nothing about buildings or fences, not another bridge,  a scrap of graffiti rides  out on the 11:45 train. Her net is small, her heart large. She just wants to take a closer look then let you … Continue reading

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Set Up for Reverie

A hinge creaks, the trap door swings opens. She passes  through. It’s these details. They weigh on her. She’s not catatonic—she just can’t complete her day  dream. She needs to fill in all the blanks.  Where? What begins in a … Continue reading

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Spillway

Scotch on the rocks—the ice sculpture would have lived  on for months up here. Someone decided it was time to get smashed  under this loading dock where caterers lock down.

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Into the Lens

A waking smirk paints her face young. Her daydreams have become pages from old journals ripped  out, restacked, sewn back together in an order she believes would have sustained  such animation. Plagiarizing is alright as long as she doesn’t plagiarize  … Continue reading

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Peel Away

She lives in a land of layers/she wants to break  free from cumulative strength. Why can’t her own  skin be enough? Pulling them apart, flattening them with an old press, she wants plains  and straightaways to be enough poetry to … Continue reading

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Weathering Rock

To fall down the rabbit hole  of regret is to roll in Georgia red clay mud without  remembering it was once dirt. It will be  again. To sidestep and walk quickly by is to begin to accept  rain without pretending … Continue reading

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Not a Thief/A Thief

A tiny stuffed brown bear in the snow in the city, she rescues it because  even inanimate ones need shelter. Or, because she can’t erase the concrete image of careless  disregard, active rejection.  She wants to build a story from … Continue reading

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Long Player

Cover the Murmur railroad trestle in snow, it is still going to be there. Look up my sleeves—nothing hidden but a dusting of time on my forearm, a ring of vinyl never played around my wrist. That I like the … Continue reading

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aka (Day 2,649)

She thinks she hears a confident blues  guitar play across the alley. Or,  she may have just read a caption to a movie—  it’s come down to subtitling her own language again.

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