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I travel with a hardback In my backpack. She believes I wouldn't Trade in my threadbare book For a night with Louise Brooks. She believes in many things Like crystals, Biorhythms. We thought the train Unusual. A quirky travel method Crossing states. I never look before. I never look behind. I barrel down the train tracks Leaving others reading gravel, Tea leaves in my wake. That night A nightclub hunger Shone, a spotlight From her well-washed face Inside the shaking private car. Today, a lifetime more, Her lipstick and her blush Glow without a smear. She pries her eyes Above her phone And stares a second Bored. The station's racing near. - 4/9/26
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Thirst

She is sliding slick, The suds inside a car wash Down the window, Wiping clean the city streets Outside. The planets in the sky Have strayed. The stars confide She notices. I'm craving Taste, Her sweat across  Her milky chest, Her pinkest red Against my lips. She sports a sable bob, A subtle smile, And a wicked sway About her stride. I ache For just a nip, God, please, A hint of thickest salt To coat my fingertips. The world's a wrecked disaster After all, It cannot matter. - 4/8/26
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Evelyn in Rapture

Sizzle glasses fluted Stand beside The brandy syrup Mixed in reddest wine. The fumes alone will stagger your stride. The bowls are spilling over. Raspberry sauce. She's never Guzzled candied air Before. The walls are leaning to, The floor's a parachute Exhaling. Shoes and more are missing But no loss. He approaches flimsy Walking on a trampoline. His lips are moving mute, His sliding tongue between Is waltzing silently. She's off her feet An inch beneath The dangling tears  Below the chandelier. The tent is coming Down around her. Blessed be the waves. - 4/7/26
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The Parade's Gone By

After prom, The big game, As they sweep the streets Beneath the sunrise, Do you find you're hanging on? The holiday, The love affair, The ice cream cone, The hours on the sofa In the melting light Alone. You thought you found a home, But even husbands Fade inside the fighting And go away. He jumped the gun, You see, Misreading his needy heart As if he can't decipher His own handwriting. You gave up everything. There's no one now Beside you In the dead and hollow quiet On the morning after Easter. - 4/6/26
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Reflections on Good Friday

In my teenage years, I wore a wooden cross Across my heart, Remembering, Committing all. The more my years, My life's increasingly A vain and cheap invention, Yet I grip it tighter. My sincere intention, Traveling the bloody steps The man of sorrows Pushed into the brutal dirt Before, Is hung with doubt And heavy stubborn fingers Curled so stiff about  Another empty twenty,  Thirty years of breathing Lacking purpose, promise. Do I grasp and cling From mere inertia,  Common groove of habit, A dependent thoughtlessness? Do I adore my sorry self This much? Thinking of my splintered pendant, I hear the whisper, "Follow me," And fear. - 4/3/25
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Forgive

Forgiveness Is a fragile Toothpick spine, Eggshell bone, Crunched beneath My angry sole Every time I spy you Yet again. - 4/2/26
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Eve

I'm never ready When she drops that word Into her sister's lap And hurries off, A naughty child, Or how she pinches, Twists my nipple Till it stings, The laugh she blossoms From her chest Whenever I pronounce Often with a T. I know her cherished pleasures, Her instinctive habits, How she takes her coffee, But she's still a stranger. In the field, We mash a mesh of fingers Letting sunlight drip through Like river water. Everything escapes And slips right through, No matter how we press So tightly. - 4/1/26
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