like a sailor’s lover

 

 

i blame the thin mints
i blame the cool edge of air
i blame last nights dream of
the re-arrangement of plants on my windowsill
and stolen curtains
and those affiliated with good intentions

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hurtling north
11am shuttle under gray sky
justin and i discuss
the wonder of being in one’s body
where a poem frays/ruptures
how the mfa program has ruined me
and how that ruin is mostly good

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it’s kindof like this:
1. scraping seeds/guts out of a sliced-open delicata squash
with a fork
2. treadmill running under water
3. that photo where i am gripping mom’s polyester pants leg
scowling so hard at the top of the lookout tower
forest unfolding below

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this is concrete poetry
spelled out in strips of blue
taped to university sidewalk
not far from the literature building

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the dirty language river
brings us to this phrase:
the blind leading the blind
some kind of unconscious insinuation
that blind people are incapable of leading/leadership

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7% of the population reads the newspaper
he says in from the back row
it’s obsolete

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spectacular failure
she says
scramble the samples

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how i stood at the kitchen sink
like a sailor’s lover
staring down stormcloud sky

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there are numerous ways to say it
including but not limited to:
1. blueblack fabric scrap
kerchifed around mousie’s neck
2.

3. snap of light and roll of thunder

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regarding public speaking:
amp yourself with confidence

and positive energy
she says

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what’s the best way to cut
if not sideways?
an agency
a starsky
a verb