fatherhood
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Volcano is No Volcano [HOLD FOR APPLAUSE]
A vicious life wrapped around symbols. What is the thing I want to tell you the reader is the same question as who am I as how do you want your daughter to remember you. A litany. As someone who taught her the courage to live as she wanted is the same as you as…
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Instagram
one in three questions is serioustwo are small hands graspingin the wet-darkfor salinized water hewn stoneor a mustachearriving at customsbefore a tourof the great pyramidsof vegas i am obsessedthrough collagebut that’s behind him now a flashlight / in a closet / at the bottom / of the aegean sea You’re a nag.You’re a liar.You’re lazy.You’re…
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Disambiguate the Precedent (Assassination Attempt No. 1)
god isan alligator whitedunce cap commonsupernatural they are kindof fragile wicked motheri said i don’t know youreveal your incantatory powervanishes soon of dawnalligator calledmaeve anything is yoursbig smile lookingat leavesgoing aroundyour big breath rattlingevery baby born afterjune 07confused about cost and courseare you wind wisened carried from childto child in red eyeswe haven’t sleptfor weeks…
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Negative Poem
i don’t want to do your workdo you want to do your workwork is screamingat the doga terrible personwho can’t be botheredwith other people the dog lays thereright thereher allergiesher anxietieson the leafy greensand onionskinand cries not at meshe’s a good girlat the baby nursingon her belly littleheart beating so fasti don’t want to thinkof…
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Saint Maeve
is a storyfirst about placesof worship and winter’sverbosesoul like the cockatricecoming home toroost like a photograph aspires to distillfeathers fiery iwant to say i burned himselfat the stake ruddy rectrices upfrom drifting smokeaddled measurable jawn miserable i’ve beenunable to liveunder these conditions of resounding successof first impressionsproof of laziness i burned himselfat the stake no…
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Dear Oblivion
So much light, dear oblivion, night after night; I offered up my body. You refused. I drank. Begged, really. Said my dreams, you don’t belong here. Some countable mornings ahead, crouched in the internet’s dark corners, hands reaching into prosaic brightness, not to gather, but offer: News spreads of a virgin conception. And so much…
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Dear Oblivion
dear oblivioni hear you shredding bonein the goldenplacesalivatingsomewhereunknowablea mangrillsmeata childscreams what i mean to sayis this, dear oblivion:i rememberthe littoral darknessof the rising afternoonthe light never having beenenough dear oblivioni hear youcrawling away
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Empedocles and Exaenetus (Wikipoem for My Father)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 824 yr head if only he cared down their hooves spectacular the riders’ blood spilled as much for me but i was a wrestler and was a wrestler and was a farce another wrapped around their hooves spectacular the riderstand was a wrestler and was a farce vested spectacular the great heft…
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Kneel 1
Wikipedia Poem, No. 770 no shy realization through the night being abandoned my father precious dark expanses i had not before actually it was guilty answers i was the guilty answer i was guilty at being away for confident hours every precious day turning away it was guilt before actually it was guilty answers i…
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