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MontageYou wander down the hallway / Feeling something shiver inside of you / You wonder what this feeling might be

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DuendeThat earth spirit / black, dark, flame flickering at the end of the tunnel / i appreciate our ancestors who took care of the soles of their feet

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This Poem on a Friday EveningYes, there is something / so satisfying / about carrying a Degas print

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Sunday on the West CoastThe breeze sits in your palm. / the sun is a whimpering haze / of orange and white.

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New SkinI could really lose myself in you. / There is a moment of reckoning I think I might have shared what I feel with one flick of my eyes to think you hold me in this way I might have been happy once I couldn’t think of the dusk thick moment place both palms on his heart and shove and even though you hurt you do not talk you walk and keep your brow straight line up your chin and then when it is all over there will be a day where I can lay still and be content and finally wrap myself in limbs arms and legs of him him him that him that might have been or might be and this fear that fear your fear my fear that lives breathes and sleeps in the closet of the heart the heart red and engorged see the beat but oh it falters when you close your eyes and blow a labored breath through the O of your mouth / I could really lose myself with you.

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Daddy,today I ate / a chocolate croissant / and thought

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Fever DreamThat was the day your face seared onto the inside of my eyelids. That was the day a gentle hunger stroked my belly, and that was the day where we trekked the entire length of Manhattan with Gershwin bubbling from our mouths. And that was the day I discovered the city at night in broad strokes, that was the time where my steps grew a little bit larger, where we painted the soles of our feet and colored the sidewalks our footprints dripped where the colors blend you held my hand and held your breath as you walked against the red light. / That was the summer you began the nonchalance around me and that’s when I knew our friendship was over, sailed on when the vessels in my nose broke and blood started gushing out. I was bending over the sink to catch the droplets in the water fingers poised over the bridge of my nose to stem the flow and when I called out for you, called out your name, you replied with clinical directness completely impassive and proceeded to google how to stop nosebleeds all the while chanting “nose nose nose” in a singsongy breath and that’s when I knew that the ship has sailed onto muddy waters. / *Which is the dream and which is reality? For there are some images that are so beautiful I find it hard to believe I was awake and yearning*

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GravityI don’t read a lot, / But / I know enough

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This Morning in a Morning VoiceAll these last four days of March I walked past the lighted church shivering in the unrelenting cold the wind bit my cheeks all up and down 9th avenue these last four days of Easter week / there is a knot at the center of me that holds all of the strings in my body / and then there is this rising in me that propels me through eighty blocks until 5 in the morning

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Jazz BabyThere are times like these / When there is a sudden downcast of rain / When the apartment is filled with sunlight and quiet

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