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Most Wonderful
Most Wonderful

In 1994 I met the perfect man
at Nordstrom: he was dressed in battle colors, ruddy
palms the size of shovels, handlebars as white as snow
around his laughing mouth. Dancing in his glasses
I saw every kind of chocolate. When I fell
into his lap, he told me I was good.

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Why I Kill
Why I Kill

Most people are stupid. They don’t think
for themselves. Their parents teach them
how to balance checkbooks, how to wipe their ass,

and then they go out in the world,
buy real estate in Maine. I don’t know
if you’ve ever been to Maine:  there’s nothing there.

A moose is only interesting
the first...

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I wouldn't lie to you
I wouldn’t lie to you

Something has gone wrong: I saw a woman
and her husband on the Youtube or whatever
get pulled over by a cop. He put the man in

cuffs. The camera flagged your license plate.
This car’s stolen, he said. Turns out of course
it wasn’t stolen, it was off

by just one letter. Had the man at gunpoint....

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A Dark Room Facing East
A Dark Room Facing East 


A skylight lets flashes through,
the fan shuttering a thin shaft
on 35 mm sheets.
Scorched chair legs
smear faint ash shadows 
to the rod-base, which smelts
a pitch gash from the covers.
In the heat, blades gather
under their wings
what shows in cracks:
The man’s face made up...

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To Vesper
To Vesper


Can you recall our words on sand
if you are not so desolate?
If our blood drummed that edge of land,
can you recall our words on sand?
The tides drawn by a full moon's hand,
figures called us in at sunset.
Can you recall our words on sand
if you are not so desolate?

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