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DuskHome to rinse my knuckles, wipe at the oil spots on the counter, warm up canned beans and hot sauce. Powdered milk in my coffee / navy through the window. Everywhere scraps of life restricted – slime mold on the litter under the porch, the earwig who still can’t find her way out of the sink.

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Jul 26, 2010

Mid-JulyA swallow of weak coffee went down / the wrong way today – I spat. / Found the pink lemonade sun rising, a watery smile

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Jul 18, 2010

The Lake SpiderEach cold wave was starting to slap / me in the face and the grayness of morning / wasn’t lifting as the sun rose. Goosebumps

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Jan 12, 2010

Rattlesnake SkinnerSince fifty-eight / the jaycees come / rounding up rattlers

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Jan 12, 2010

DaydreamIn my dream, / I was accosted by sugar ants / in the sandbox,

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Jan 12, 2010

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