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Grandpa
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If I Said Fire
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Poem ending with an ungoogleable unit
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East Asian Shoegaze
Bright and adventurous pomegranates seven o seven pull apart songs of temperament their temperament is not going to change they are too old for that.
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‘The Swimmers’ by Edward Hirsch
We warbled on the muddy banks and waded up to our throats in the Delaware River, talking about Ovid washing himself in the Black Sea and Paul Celan floating face down in the Seine. We swam arm over arm through the green silt and coasted along on our backs, marveling and mourning for Shelley drowning…
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‘The Truth’ by Natasha Rao
I am only kind to my fatherin poems he will never read. I try to imagine him small the way my grandmother tells it: patient, deerlimbed, ponderingpolynomials. Wanting only a Toblerone bar for his birthdayto eat alone in his room away from the violence of explodingraindrops, pitiless Madras summer. I wonder if he is proudof…
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Midland Park
Blue jay share my cheer follow me large loud seven forty seven orthodoxy immune to ignorance enough to fall through minkowski space in the margins alongside excrescence palingenesis and ecstatic antipoetry that loses prometheus in a bed in midland park ridden to its illogical conclusion for the eyes palisade among diamonds when i want ice cream i…
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Drum Machines & Glockenspiel
My son’s eyes roll back he falls asleep the moment i hold his hand that fetid fabric leaping my hand in his head draped over my hand shushing they see under the floorboards choking in the shielding fibers of scroll bait of proving you’ve never done hvac work of jalapenos rubbing your charity spot of…
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Slap Ugliness Stunning Beauty Able Bodied Immateriality
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