The Sharpened Shears He Plied
The sharpened shears he plied hang useless on the wall, now that he’s gone away, almost as if they sense— […]
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Spin
One of those nights when I wake with a start, thinking I have heard my daughter calling my name,
Poem Written in the Sixth Month of My Wife’s Illness
I didn’t know that when my mother died, her grave / would be dug in my body.
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The Nurse Lifts the Clipboard & Replaces All Your Vital Signs
with scratch-n-sniff stickers. You undress in front of her because your body looks like hers. She stuffs her purse
Equilibrium
Took me thirty years to say / I’m glad I don’t pass for white.
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Elegy
Splayed, blood-dazzled, lost in an Oriental rug’s wry repetition of roses, you were hours gone. When you were lifted, your