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Friday, September 14, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Once, twice
Your place is inside someone.
the closing of their heart
a landscape scaled to story
what if you knew everything
About why my sister looks like
my sister, the slap of silence;
the beating that is the phone ringing
The lament of memory in all
the half-remembered childhoods
what if those habits are only errands
dead from scorn; like butter asking
to be left out, sleepy in the sunlight
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the closing of their heart
a landscape scaled to story
what if you knew everything
About why my sister looks like
my sister, the slap of silence;
the beating that is the phone ringing
The lament of memory in all
the half-remembered childhoods
what if those habits are only errands
dead from scorn; like butter asking
to be left out, sleepy in the sunlight
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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Dropping Nu off at school this morning,
I saw a woman in the opposite lane
I guess she'd just dropped her kids off?
Her face was scrunched up, red, angry.
She was sobbing. She wore a scarf
on her head that sat flat like she had no hair.
I instantly know what her story is
Imagine I know how she feels
about dropping her kids off at school
About the rest of us undeserving fools
who don't bother thinking about
school drop offs next year
Although we probably should.
I want to be told what to do for her
Big A says, it's not about you.
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I saw a woman in the opposite lane
I guess she'd just dropped her kids off?
Her face was scrunched up, red, angry.
She was sobbing. She wore a scarf
on her head that sat flat like she had no hair.
I instantly know what her story is
Imagine I know how she feels
about dropping her kids off at school
About the rest of us undeserving fools
who don't bother thinking about
school drop offs next year
Although we probably should.
I want to be told what to do for her
Big A says, it's not about you.
_
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
To Saginaw, to Saginaw
It took us an hour to get to Saginaw. I still feel guilty that Big A needs to drive that far and back every single work day...
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Monday, September 10, 2012
Today is an animal
Today is an animal
borrowed and sad
done by ten
but going still--
like dead chicken
bamboo shoot
Sun weaned although
It might kill us still
so large and new this
gray maze of morning
sawing through residue
the fixed broadcast eye
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borrowed and sad
done by ten
but going still--
like dead chicken
bamboo shoot
Sun weaned although
It might kill us still
so large and new this
gray maze of morning
sawing through residue
the fixed broadcast eye
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Sunday, September 09, 2012
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we're worth it
Already unthinkably wild things have been done and said (by my mom, natch) and wilder things have been said in support (by Big A who is her ...
