Poetry
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They say it is the soul that rises, not the body. But the body does rise—
Poem of the Week
Lufthansa lifts off under me. The set sun disinters, a fanned cinder.
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I am determined to praise my particular world, so I must praise you.
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we’ve walked the streets: candied apples on sticks, fish heads.
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Two softened reeds of rosemary pair, and spin in the white velouté.
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There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table.
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One who has suffered enough, you can love yourself to death.
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I can remove my hand the second it becomes too much for me.
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I screamed every word and waited for the stones to answer back.
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She stared back at me, a toddler almost hidden in the folds of her skirt.
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I have to wait till day to tell you that you’ve sunk down below sea level.
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Her songs, her records—I entered them. I jumped in and out of myself.
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He took off his clothes and left them on the living room floor.
Poetry
The signal’s too remote and there’s a delay before we can start again.
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I take Saturday’s unpopulated trains, since there is no safety in numbers.
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Here we were, seventeen, trapped by the sheer number of bodies.
Poetry
Her voice smelled like an orange, though I’d never peeled an orange.
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I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.
Poem of the Week
Through Joan’s window, my childhood. I want this view.
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My brother, only his son by the way he fixes his tie, blind-fingered.
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There is the ghost of a child in me. It longs to die, so afraid of living.
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All this while, I am eating the apple in this careless moment of life.
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Premonitions return to me like a carrier pigeon, disaster strapped to its leg.
Poem of the Week
My door overlooks a jade stream, the stillness of dawn drives cares away.
Poem of the Week
Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.
Poem of the Week
It’s like listening to the snow falling before sticking out your tongue.
