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Whose Garden

Gaping star in furthest space,
bridge-stone wormhole to weirder
galaxies among great gaseous
glacial columns of purple,
angled piers where new tenants
whiz like firework wheels
and spin out to dense openness.

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Stranger on Ice

I slipped on frozen sidewalk
en route
to crispy cider celebration.
Cement met me quick,
embraced my hip.
I wore a helpless, gripping boot—
hers iron.
She pulled me quick.

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Gunther’s Bagels

Gunther bakes bagels,
and his wife does not approve:
“There’s bills to pay,
and here you stay
to serve up on a silver tray,
disappointment every day”—
        But who should feed the seagulls?—
“and burning through my love!”

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China Bowls

Past predator
of quantum roses
planted in
China bowls
where money shines
and blue line
lies and violets
never dye—
where will you
purchase
your next sup,
if a rose
is a rose
in a violent cup,
that crumbles
at your
trembling
touch?

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Breathtaking

Breathtaking
landscapes of the bird
high bird
with compressing sight—

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Homecoming

Watch me wave
my red fan—

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Gentle Teeth

I denied myself
love
to better love,
but not myself—
great undeserver
of love—
great beast—
lurking Grendel…
Always hunting.
Always hungry.
Who will unfix
these gentle teeth?

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Farewell, Fair Painter

Farewell, fair painter—
Our room is dim and bare
Where my portrait,
Painted with unfair beauty,
Intended
To comfort the night.

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Tremble Before My Love

Tremble before my love.
What grips a wounded life
softens against balmy touch.
What withdraws from flame
hardens at the scent of you.
Green apples never soured
so sweetly at my bite.
Ripe flesh never split—
refreshing juice, quenched;
whittled core, so soon browned.

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The Backness of My Eyelids

I lie in bed and cross myself
from head to chest,

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