she floats away from me a leaf from her tree if she were a statue she would be greek * flesh object flesh object i believed i had formed & unformed her as she is greek i am latin as...
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Finally I look up from our life, the window wet and fogged, trees bloodshot and burgeoning. I loved a boy and now I love another. Each has slept all night on my chest, red tongue flicking my heart. Soon I...
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I watch my child, who has never thrown up, bow his face obediently into the gleaming open mouth of a toilet bowl. Eyes closed, hands clenching the cotton across his thighs. He is trained not to touch the surface of...
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No snow today, just heavy frosting, floating in large flakes from trees like glittering leaves. I carry a steaming bucket and choose a spot behind the rangy filbert hedge. A darkish turd nearby implies the dog's assent to the zoning....
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Did you know spiders have eight eyes? he said, his eyes bulging. Really? I said (thinking he might have mixed up eyes and legs-- he was only four). But a few months later he said it again and then again...
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The three-year old's hand is an enormous fist, rings of alien lights wink on its width. He slams the fist into the floor. The lights are menacing, like a crazy revolving door. The fist transforms into a living thing that...
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