1. toward the far

    a riverful
    of unfinished business
    rushes between us
    grass thick to purify
    water we wade in
    i step forward
    you scramble back
    toward the far
    bank
    my loose stack
    rock cairn
    toppled in
    your haste
    laughing in
    your careless
    splash
    and lather
    there
    is nothing
    wasted

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  2. solid reality

    the quieted
    screaming mimi
    reveals the sounds
    of the practical
    rest of me

    where once
    neurosis
    tore down
    the walls
    of exhaustion

    now healthier
    my body
    insistent
    in its collapsing
    runs right
    into them

    sinks
    and demands
    more sleep

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  3. piece of paper
    ripped
    thunder beats
    two sheets
    separate
    torn the curtain
    word split
    sleep
    a ragged
    end edgy
    pulled back
    from the safety
    to unrest

     

  4. a ventriloquist
    with a squirrel doll
    dog throws his voice
    down the hall
    where the barking comes
    from wakes up
    in the morning
    without a collar
    but I can’t find it
    anywhere no matter
    how hard I look
    or ignore it

     

  5. no umbrella, no trench coat

    arena full
    crowd of light
    strikes and stabbings
    vulgar flashings
    in sinister bolts
    to fields of corn
    all around
    my dark
    center stage
    neighborhood
    storm reconnaissance
    the suddenly vacant
    street devoid
    of cat
    and rabbit
    then us
    the end
    abrupt
    unfinished finish
    to my dog’s
    nightly walk

    electrified
    but dry
    nonetheless

     

  6. awful impossibilities
    made possible
    even awfuller
    comparison
    such an efficient
    thief

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  7. suckers & their beasts

    if dragon be greed
    vampire then is privilege

    invisible to itself
    non-reflective

    it rests easy
    by day

    draws its life
    blood from others
    by dark of night

    in silent stealth
    it escapes caped in
    flight

    pale
    white
    and cowardly

    undead
    against
    the living

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  8. don’t go
    chasing
    lavafalls
    water clouds
    evaporate up
    a rain
    turning red molten
    flesh black and lead-y
    again

    rocks and coals
    burn and cut
    our feet

    experience is
    costly
    information
    cheap

     

  9. we bury things
    and they grow
    up big from the dark
    below

     

  10. blessed
    we remained
    to each other
    fantasy

     

  11. the quiet inside
    the succulent
    leaf
    the reminder
    all our time
    uncertain
    takes liberty
    and leaves

     

  12. what we failed to believe

    adverse to redundancy
    she wrote the poem
    a list of things
    waiting to be up
    looked

    the monitor
    the adapter
    the dreamer
    the crook

    not suspect of quackery
    she told the story
    not to worry
    she said be patient
    waiting for a lift over
    hooked

    the door
    the lamb
    on the lam
    and the bad
    comedian

    simply none of it
    was all that funny
    yet we laughed
    anyway

    with fervor
    and spit
    to prove it
    wasn’t

    really what we asked for
    victims to begin with

     

  13. eagles perched like pigeons
    on the bed of a pickup truck
    institutional improvement
    modern day kkk
    effective nonviolent movements

    context
    oxymorons
    outrage
    possible but nonexistent

    pneumatic tubes
    women’s opinions
    patience
    humility

    underused
    underused
    underused
    underused

    sexual harassment
    descriptions of such
    real-life acts of the stuff
    the legal system

    undersued
    underlewd
    overcrude
    oily

    we need a giant
    no rinse
    grease cutting
    cleanser

    like vinegar
    or something

     

  14. the interviewee was generous

    When I tried to kill myself, she said.
    I came really close to success
    and my mother said:
    How could you do this to me.
    How could you be so selfish?

    She explained,
    This made me angry.
    I thought she was being selfish.
    Turning my pain
    into her thing.

    So, she went on,
    We struck a bargain.
    My mother agreed
    to stop meddling
    and I agreed to live.

    This was hard,
    she declared.
    But we both did it.
    Now we know
    neither of us
    is selfish
    or lazy.

    The pain, 
    she finished,
    still comes
    and goes.

    But I stay,
    and so does Mom,
    regardless. 

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  15. respectfully

    I asked her
    if she thought
    the most important lessons
    a mother should offer
    her offspring
    served to ensure
    as top priority
    the child’s safety.

    She agreed
    so whole-heartedly
    I might even
    go as far as to say
    vehemently.

    But then I asked her
    what if
    teaching your child
    to be safe
    meant teaching them
    to be a slave?

    or a fake
    version
    not their
    true self?

    or a willing
    victim?

    or a traitor
    toward others
    less fortunate?

    Lacking answers
    she turned away
    then
    not wanting to
    attend
    or admit to
    reality. 

    I suppose
    she thought
    that would be
    safer.

    I respectfully
    but more than
    vehemently
    disagree with her.

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