Chimera
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my body absorbed pieces of her
as carefully and instinctively as my soul did
it’s as lovely as she was lovely
Winter, two poems
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and it is like this every year
when the axis of earth dares change its mind,
and when the memories of past winters
turn to crystals in the air
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stone pillows
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sometimes I pull out
my old map of the world
it’s foreign now, but recognizable
the familiar landscapes are still there
I just can’t visit them anymore
a love song from the early days
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this cursed body of mine, a walking grave,
a shallow coffin,
now scarred by an indescribable kind
of maternal violence
that i shudder to absorb
a conversation
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i asked God for a sign --
something to assure me
that her spirit was not shoved
under the ground with her tiny body --
thoughts on water
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…we built and we built and we built
and the housatonic knocked them all down
and the boys got mad
and they yelled at the river
for acting like a river