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(in)different math

three crows come to my door every day. i give them peanuts.
they give me everything else—company, questions, conversation,
though it tends to stay one way. i play them buena vista social club,
they play with fire, taunting the towhees behind the rose

two poems

i do not mean a metaphor. i feed him salmon
in september & astonished him with weight. 
told him buy land, buy a truck, better yet,
buy nothing. watch birds & sleep 
four thousand hours. 

my husband was an animal

everything i’ve been will be different
one day. i’m hardly more than any moment,
more than anything at all. i wanted to say
before i go.

reasons not to set myself on fire

you will live & go on living. do you want to know why? fucks’s sake,

it’s the unburnt candles. pistachios too, six bundles of pine twined

up with a prayer regina gave you. 

klooky

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