Birthday
On this bed of chilled steel, I am the morning’s work, your project after coffee and, oh yes, some woman’s […]
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Beans
The way my father told the story, it wasn’t Jack who climbed the Beanstalk. It was my sister and I.
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How to Be a Cowgirl in a Studio Apartment
Paint the ceiling blue and let it dry. See pamphlet “How to Paint a Ceiling.” Chalk a large circle to
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Crabs
The only thing I know is they can crawl, swim, and bite like hell. —“Chas” Howard, Beautiful Swimmers And this, then,
To the Young Man Who Cried Out “What Were You Thinking” When I Backed Into His Car
I was thinking No. No, oh no. Not one more thing.
I was thinking my mother, who sat rigid
in the passenger seat crying, How terrible!
as if we had hit a child not your front bumper,
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Mammary
Hawks circle fields near the highwayhoming in to catch the scentof animals deep in the high dry grass.So many wildflowers