Joseph M. Gerace
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>cold ghosts kissing
>cold ghosts kissing at our hair, we aren’t scared, but they get up to leave and when they aren’t there fan’s breath across our neck it’s ours for the breaking.
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>cause he did it
>cause he did it, i do it cause i always did it since catch, since sea legs and i’ll always do it until i’m, for the better part, upright though my springs may be choked & need replacing and i can do it for the first time, fingers fluent in ambition & sport if i…
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>working on it:
> New Game 2 like my tongue cutting the corners of your jaw …then a light-tight spasm bucks your beating breast ……then biting your lip, you’re above yourself riding a breathless gush of heat. & i’m between. Afraid to Say Your Name 3 i cannot bear where dust collects across the window pane sun falling…
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>my legs tied to the cage’s top i’ve caught myself a thought one thought, doesn’t bother inviting itself, now music matters more caught under rain as the door closes lock bolts the past to the wall.
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>six and a half affairs
>soft-shoeing around the truth they spot me; Cleopatra, we watched football on a wide-green pitch then enjoyed a guilt-free desert; familiar Regan, her cold mostaccioli, her sweet peas, her bitter tomatoes
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>Abstraction from Bisecting Light
>First floor screaming out the lightSneaks, freaks & friends knuckle-deep in rightSo limited & vicious, venom villainousMiddle finger breaching bottom’s biliousSilt, and the taste of someone elseWhose hands are in my mouth.
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>Still Life 1,2, 4-6
> Still Life #1 Negation: The light smashing through dual panes beside the three of us long drags of colored paint in low voices, a cousin’s politics and in contrast, plucking syncopation of a piano black. Still Life #2 Alive in the air a palm, too many fingers the cold center hidden in the grey…
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>"I’ll call you around noon"
>I’ll call you around noon and then what will we do? Spendthrifts splayed under the winding red moon—in our teens we found only satisfying escapes—now we cast cement past our vanishing, something will catch For lack of trying. Our family reborn in new questions asked and the passed times suggest their memories hurdle the horizon…
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>i stopped believing what i saw / & instead what i knew / & worse still all of what i thought.
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