Category: Poetry

metamorphosis

“A flower waves its children as wind ruffles grass like children chasing butterflies”

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Abyss

“Hypnotic / In the crayon-colored blue of her womb, a / Pale body bubbles and floats.”

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Ars Poetica

“Brought back to the smooth oil, our skin so platonic in the bathroom light. / Enough secrecy for love, enough ugliness for comfort.”

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Please Don’t Touch

“For who would not want to /
stroke the smooth plane of her face?”

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Song of My Studio

“Most days I whack my shinbone on the coffee table /
When friends come over we drink whiskey and forget the rules of chess”

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Portrait of a Stranger

“and the paint’s thin enough / to show silver peaking / and wildflowers that cut / deep into her sides”

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Someday I’ll Come Back to Peter Taylor

“Remember how lovely / Your dreams once were, filled with sandcastles /
made from stolen buckets on a beach /
Long since nationalized.”

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Godzilla on the Page

“i am timeless! un- /
stoppable! godzilla /
on the page.”

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Hypochondriac

“my fingernails scratch at you under /
my hide, like hives or a rash or some /
other disease.”

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A Good Morning

“She left her feet behind in bed, tucking them in/like children.”

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Ode to a Faraway Maiden

“I turned into a constellation, fathomed into form /
By your dispassionate gaze.”

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Slanted Perspectives

“The sliver of sunlight, orange, on your curves / I could trace all day”

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