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Aren't you a medicine man? / Aren't your lungs full of blue smoke and jars of dust that your mother collected in Idaho? / Are you confident in the permeability of memory?
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Dec 1, 2015
Shelterbelt
You see sod busted up by a long, sepia-toned farmer. He is pushing a plow that belongs in a museum of the prairie. You feel as if this is happening to you. To your insides, I mean. You feel a squirming pancreas, and a dancing spleen. You feel a change coming and you are happy about feeling, about movement, agriculture. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a window and realize that you have grown to be 10 feet tall. You are looking down on the corn; at eye-level with the barn. You imagine your father, the farmer, would be very proud of the tree you have become, and the windbreak you afford his fields.
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Sep 22, 2014
Love Poem #3
25 and broad shouldered / the sun hits his eyes / 23 and half naked, my chest,
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Sep 22, 2014
Horoscope
:AQUARIUS:SEPTEMBER: / Last month you saw Marilyn Monroe riding sidesaddle on a bicycle. Her cream colored skirt billowing as she passed you by. You noticed she had aged. She was gray and lined but still beautiful. / Last week you saw Tupac walking to work. He clocked in a few minutes early and kept his head down. During the lunch break he talked to you about settling down and starting a family. He used the word "suburb" and you almost gagged.
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Sep 22, 2014
When You're Running Up a Mountain and You Feel Like Stopping
Relax. Breathe into it. / You're a hill. You're an immovable object. / You are shaking this whole world
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Aug 29, 2014
Ghosts
We talked about ghosts at work / There are slaves in the attic / Where the floorboards creak
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Aug 18, 2014
Butch and Etta
*On horseback, they chase you, / But you are light and you are gaining distance. On horseback, they chase you, and you laugh along with the hoof beats. / Your smile catches sun, and you have never been scared of bullets.*
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Aug 1, 2014
This is the last I will write about you
Oceans, mountains, stars, crickets, / storms, the moon, sunburns, / so you would feel my love
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Jul 31, 2014
Talking to My Dog About Death
She has the softest paws, like a leopard. / *Bodies of ash, bodies of carbon, bodies like hills of coal.* / She has the softest paws, the softest eyes.
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Jul 31, 2014
Tame
Let us both pretend we can tame each other. / Let us both pretend we're not mountains, / but people who fit quietly inside houses
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Jul 24, 2014
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