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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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She Laughs

She laughs Although my joke Is terrible. The years That scraped against me Till I bled, The years Eternally Against me, Leaving me here. She is grinning, Sketching me Inside her journal, Promising to show me One day. The kernel Goes into The soil. Patience, Even of a farmer's toil, Still I know so well. - 3/31/26
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There will likely not be another poem until March 31.

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Homeland

Our toes, They weave Like Per- Sian rugs Or coast- ers made In school. You cough And I Am sure I un- Derstand. And I am thinking You could be my final, Maybe be my home. Our hands, They search For sil- Ver un- Derneath The sur- Face or The brok- En glass Inside The prai- Rie soft. And I am certain There is not a final, Never be a home. - 3/20/26
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Skyburst

We sprinted for the cover of trees. The languid clouds are rolling fingers Over the greenest canopy of leaves. I share my body's warmth. You're shivering more frantic Than the branches. I am pulling you into me. I always have your stripped attention, Sturdy affection Never love. The stomach of the sky Is gently rumbling hungry As the rain continues Falling for you. - 3/19/25
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Leaving London

The sirens cease across the city Where still I cannot find the grocery store. The kids are kicking piled bricks, Excited school is canceled for the week. An hour later, I investigate a rhythm faint, The quiet crunch A crispy leaf, A spinning pendulum on slender thread Of spiderweb Inside the grating Dumbly driven by the air Against the shaft Again, again. The cushioned beat is not a dream. It's just a trance. My pulse continues, Never slows to normal any longer. You maintain a mute superiority For staking claim on top your roots. I never knew this neighborhood Before we married. Pulling from the station, You're collapsing tiny. London bridge is falling. Once you let it loose, It's gone, A silver ring released to currents Carried down the ambling water, Down the leaving stream. - 3/18/26
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Surface

She was a fragile architecture. I had never touched a plaster surface Till she fell. I tried to catch her. I wasn't sure we should be lovers I still am not convinced, I meant to save her, But she's broken. All of my horses And all of my men... - 3/17/26
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