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he kept on taking his jacket

off and then putting it back

on. the olive green extrerior

was returning to his back. the eyes of

those watching were waiting outside

an old gothic cathedral. they knew that the rain was coming,

the whole city knew. the game of foot was

almost over. the cheese melted out of their

sandwiches. they protested the day before. the light and

the night came together.

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looking out the window

to a distant and

arctic planet.

there are stickers 

around the edges of the

glass.  my wife holds my

hands close to

the floral

decor.  she won’t let me move it,

she says that I haven’t smelled

well enough to be allowed to

move.

rain falling past the horizon

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saltwater comes down and sprinkles

in your veins.  you touch both sides of the lake

and both sides of your

life.  you are a girl

scared of the bus driver, then

the one on a honeymoon,

afraid of the demons your

children will become.  what is it

like to see your grandparents

encircled by

ice, to have

crystals form over top

of them?  you know melting?  do you

know melting?  you know

precipitation?  you know

ovulation?

we go high, it go low

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someone told me

groves would always 

feed us, but how could that be

when look what citron gave us.  my eyes,

my eyes.  they haven’t been this

closed since

i saw your mom

in the shower and

she was barfing

out a

pancake breakfast.  pancake

art is high art and don,t tell

me anything differently.

they call it a ladder, but you can’t climb it

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stay hopeful until the moment when

you can see the bottom of

the body of water, a pond, a 

lake, an interstellar

ocean, it doesn’t matter.  stay

pessimistic until

you can touch 

the clouds or they

touch you first.  the goose at the bottom, it

barks at you.  you have been told you

are a poet, but you don,t

believe it.  your hands are dirt,

your clouds go to

africa.  you have a lion 

in your head, it roars at the

nearest piece of rain.

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fifty shades of babies being born

around the corner of

my attic apartment.  we can hear them

screaming and then going silent

when the 

milk is

let loose.  what colour is the

milk you ask?  where did it come from?

who is a woman enough to

carry the life of so many different

spectrums?  nipples become unspooled

when rooves

open and sunlight receives its

cry.

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if life wasn’t longer for the tips

of trees than it was for

the fruit that came from it’s ends, then

we would break open

the bark and

suck the sap hiding between

the air and

the roots.  owls would watch us

and be puzzled by our actions, but

it would be our hope.  our only hope.

grape vines hardly grow here

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your hands scrape the teal 

cotton carpet.  they say that you

will see heaven for the

seconds between when you have 

forgotten your homework and

when the fish need feeding.  the

marvel of the leaves, rubbing off

on your skin, the news 

that your ancestors brought you

when you were born, the hardly

changed

clouds when you learn about

the influenza.

your arms don’t flap hard enough

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in the land of unending ice, you

breathe gasoline.  it pours along

the coast line, the 

birds, when they touch the

ocean and then fly

to the tops of mountains, they are 

struck by

our star and turned into flames.  despite the death, 

their image is incredible and

they spin towards the ground, a 

concentric inferno, illuminating 

the ice, destroying the freeze from deep

inside the earth.

palms that burn in the atmosphere

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we could be 

spaceship flyers who

hold the hands of aunts,

the lovers of poetry and

dinner parties.