Fear & Understanding
It scares me
what you write
a woman
told me.
I don’t
understand it.
You understand it
more than you
realize
if it
scares you
I said,
& then she looked
really scared.
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fear & understanding
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digital resistance
Digital Resistance
I’m hanging on
to my
sticks &
stones reality
as I
inch my
way slowly
across the
digital world’s
face like a
Tsetse fly.
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death’s waiting room
Death’s Waiting Room
I’m trying
to remember
what it is
I did to
break out of
death’s grasp
when I
almost died
in the
hospital,
but all
I can
remember is
being in a
bed in a
dimly lit
room
surrounded by
other beds
filled with
gray-faced
bodies with
the life
draining out
of them.
That &
a nurse
cradling my
head against
her breasts
& speaking
to me softly
as she
shaved my
face with a
straight razor.
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differences
Differences
The difference
between an
epiphany &
a rant
is the
difference between
pubic hair
& a
brillo pad.
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don’t let no editor mess around with your shit
Don’t Let No Editor Mess Around with Your Shit
Anytime
an editor
tells you
he’ll publish
what you
sent him
if you’ll just
take out
the ampersands,
drop him
like a
hot potato.
Especially if
he calls
the ampersands
the “and” signs.
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death to the smily face
DEATH TO THE SMILY FACE
This time of the year
this far north
crows swell the air
on the cusp of dawn &
lacerate the remainder of
night with their cawing.
They splatter white shit over
the sidewalks & parked cars
& usher in the
dim light of day.
Tomato plants wither &
turn black &
people draw into themselves.
Lush thoughts of
summer give way to
ice-crusted apprehensions–
frozen water pipes,
getting the wood in,
black ice on the highway.
It takes an excess of
endorphins or the
carte-blanche courage of
youth to override the
true message of fall.
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