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All in Poetry
“It’s just half an hour, / it’s just a marriage, just a week’s worth of sex, it’s just / easier to move my thumb along the screen protector / like it’s tender, it’s just grief after grief after / your kid at a baseball game after grief after gif / after grief”
“the kingdom comes like a joke / told by a child, littered with /
what do you get and what happens now / and how many how many how many / like a game / of lost and found”
“you ask me to be patient. i paint an old bookshelf
& remember my posture, the way blossoms become
one last thing.”
“The moth doesn’t hear him, flies right back to the dads’ flamethrowers and you can’t stop it, can’t stop anything. To the moth all fire is sun.”
“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”
“I am a God fearing man / depending on who asks / But between you and me / God does not exist”
“lingering mysteries I knew / I would never know: a boy who / drank rivers…”
“The wildlife / rescue continues to tell me who / survives, who passes.”
“Born with so much blackness, I spent my life adjusting / puffy eyes to a new light, missing her darkness”
“they thought a ballistic missile / would drop. First, the realization: / no shelter, no basements
“Not everyone can tolerate at the speed of light”
“the straight shot / the long shot / the parting shot / indiscriminate in the dark…”
“…Nothing prospered across the land / Until she came out of her trance.”
“I wonder what violence will / find me today. A deer’s teeth.”
“easy to find the tension in the root. / The give. The take.”
“You fooled me. Your ability to / thrive without needing…”
“I've come to learn: Packages / and bad news arrive regardless”
“Recently, the doctor has been looking / at my ovaries. I mean: she shoved / a camera inside of me to get a glimpse”
