Posts Tagged "poem"

Making a Fist

For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.

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My Brother, Asleep

“Peace lily, arrowhead, aloe—
the last time you went to rehab

all your houseplants died. Absence parched
the heart of your terra-cotta pots.”

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No Ruined Stone

“When the dead return
they will come to you in dream
and in waking, will be the bird
knocking, knocking against glass, seeking”

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Alone

“I never thought Michiko would come back
after she died. But if she did, I knew
it would be as a lady in a long white dress.”

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Golden Hour

“When you caught one to keep,
we took it home and I asked you to teach me.
You showed me how to spike the brain—
I thanked the fish, looked away, pressed down.
We bled it, shaved away the scales,
severed meat from bone.”

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