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For HerI want to scream for her, / cry with her, / hold her.

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Apr 4, 2012

On Seeing“The news told me,” she said, like we were close, “the news said nearsightedness isn’t just genetics, isn’t just luck of the draw.” I’d never been a gambler. My interests were absorbed in my spoon’s inverted picture. / “What I mean, is clarity is in the hands of the person.” Or in the eyes. “You look at things too close when you’re young, and you lose focus forever.” / Her arms crossed over her uniform, a seafoam apron. She looked through her bifocals at her thoughts. Four kids in seven years. Her body was tense and doughy from the push and pull of life.

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Apr 3, 2012

Salt Lake SummerComposed of / beautiful mistakes, blots black as pupils / folded and mirrored

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Apr 3, 2012

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