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7-Day GhazalOn the first day, we are all just hydrogen and time. Filling these hands— / this one mirror angle, one small wrist. One afternoon’s picked-over bones. / The second day, I spun ten times. On the grass, sky turning
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Nov 8, 2012
A FutureHe reads / my cuticles / the way Daniel
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Jan 29, 2013
Apartment on New York St.I need different arms and elbows; / these are used, they fall asleep / at night and I wake up
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Feb 4, 2012
Bone SeedsBecause tomorrow I will be almost thirty, / I've decided to buy a house / with rolling floors, windows all painted shut
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Feb 3, 2012
CastingsIt takes nine weeks for cement to cure / in good weather, and in bad weather, / years. It needs to be covered lightly
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Feb 3, 2012
Doesn't TranslateI am your denial, your Lent fast / The mania in your DNA, / the way the helix twists around itself.
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Apr 19, 2012
For JulieIt’s not the first cool day of autumn, / but it’s the first that won’t end / until April, if ever. The hail covers every crack
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Oct 8, 2013
For More TimeWe will calculate / the weight of your last few months / by measuring the angles
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Feb 27, 2012
Indiana is The Last Place Anyone Wants to Live *or* Brain Drain Isn’t Just a Zombie ApocalypseDid you know they pay people to study here, / to stay here after studying? It’s the human / capital flight of the tech-smart who type faster
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Feb 11, 2012
In DreamsThis road is every dirt road, / every grassy ditch and wheat field; / that hill near every river. The stairs
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Feb 5, 2012
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