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BRIEF LOVE POEM IN THE DARKNESS OF WEST VIRGINIA
Driving through the mountains like an unnamed river, my eyes sharp for deer at the headlights’ edges. I’ve seen more dead than living, twisted by the blunt shock of suddenness, which should be omen enough— but if not, here a firefly splatters the windshield, its life gone but its glow, its glow lingers on the glass longer than I thought possible like a star smudged by god. |
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HAIKU FOR JULIA
When the white doves fly on a rainy day, your dream will come to an end. |
BRIEF LOVE POEM IN MINNEAPOLIS
Sixteen stories up into the end of April air and the motes of snow are still coming down from a sky desperate to shed itself for the blue of spring. |
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FOUND HAIKU WHILE READING ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK
And I, alone with my voices— and you, so far on the other side. |