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01.
she once tap-danced &
now she's a ghost with red shoes;
we all wear them
and feel our heels slipping
on stairs with emollients

a hand clutches, moth-yellow
folding over on itself
as if life is sliding
into drinking glasses

i wanted to tell her
how israel tastes
salty, she would insist ( Read more... )

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rusting sunlight ( Read more... )

and i watched the ocean move like a snake skin
a vast wet glimmer of lightsand into it, i poured my existence ( Read more... )

you know, the coyotes ate herdrank her like whiskey ( Read more... )