The Mirrored Image of Me
I had been looking into a mirror propped against the wall and nestled into one of my bed cushions. The […]
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Where Girls Still Ride the Beds of Pickup Trucks
The wind is always warm here. Breezes snap through their T-shirts, hot metal and sun burn their arms and bare
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After the Reading by the Famous Poet
He sat at a table in the bookstore signing autographs. We stood all around, awkward, clinging, fawning, and he was
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Palimony
That winter I lived with a woman on a hill hit hard by winds off Lake Michigan as it sat
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In Detroit, What Counts as Grace
Trees growing from the roofs of empty factories and houses, birds nesting deep inside. Children at their desks without