COMING SOON
Not entirely sure, but it will be special.
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Adventures of an Alaskan Barfly
Step out. Light up.
Beyond, the pale
January snow bank and moon-shimmer
melts
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When they pick me up, Mother
won’t come
get me…
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At ten I imagined that love
was like the best bite of
my peanut butter and jelly…
the sandwich’s belly…
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Do you swear
to tell the truth, the whole truth?
Yes,
I say…
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She lacks the vena amoris, blood tie
binding ring finger to heart. So her ring lies…
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One Thumb Width Left of the Highest Oak Bough
Look at the moon,
he says…
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where did you go lovely?
you can’t find me
in the indoor dusk of my late-noon heat?…
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Oregon Beach, 50 m/p/h Gusts, 11:30 p.m.
something impious in being
in this Jeep on this beach
watching
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In hammock-web and August heat–
amber tea, my reprieve…
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Clad in the rust and wood rot of seasons,
she peeks from her shed…
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Your child’s smile stills, fades
from pictures pinned to old cork…
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I walk tonight
through a blackness I hate…
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We sat on the bank, hiding
under two-o’clock sky…
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To the Man Passing London Zoo’s Blackburn Pavilion Clock at 12:30 p.m.
Like a hummingbird
pinned to a fencepost, freed
of its Whirling Dervish world…
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Afterward
we lie
beautifully spent,
content…
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How do you look inside me this way?
See the things hidden? Or so I’d thought…
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There was that summer
I first saw your waves:
Memorial Day had drawn me here;
Labor Day had carried me away…
WordLoft by Natalie McNabb 
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