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without fanfare
it hurt in the same places as
the last yard, liked that the sky
stayed the same type of emptiness.
The Lobster Considers
Because I am lobster I scuttle blankly in the dark. It is my favorite place. I see little to nothing, which given these two puny black beads wobbling willy-nilly on their small movable stalks should be no surprise.
After the L.A. Fires
some years the desert explodes
in a profusion of poppies,
that orange glowing all the way into space.
Preparations
I rest my head against the doorframe and close my eyes, and I am five, and she and I are back in this room, together.
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