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Mercury comes out of retrograde
all smiles, gilded eyes,

gloved hands. Never trust
a beautiful man.

Light steps made him a dancer
and moving backward

made him a monster. He plucked
words from the air

and wove them into nooses.
I would have liked

a laurel wreath, if he
could only have taken

pity on me, on his winged
and ageless feet.

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to someone I should know better than to wantYou shouldn't lead me on ( Read more... )

Somehow, in the stillness of a small town ( Read more... )

It's just like me to sit here
half a house away from my cellphone
composing odes and paeans
to our fractured symmetry

while my phone rings
its lullabye song, all bells
and whistles, as you try
to get in touch with me.

As the eye
opens, the iris
shuts.

Don't ever call me

again. If you do I'll listen,
and neither of us
wants it to go down
like that.