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Listening and Other Poems

Break me like bread. Take me apart. Strip each rib down to light.

Literacy & Orality

damn it we both die anyway at different times, with different pains

Little Fuckers

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

Little Gifts

His eyes, dark brown and unwavering as he delivered the details.

Little Me

I felt that Teddy occupied a range below acceptability, even among boys.

Little Road

There is still the same reaching of the tongue for that pink ridge.

Little Song

I’m the astronomer unable to lower his telescope, or look away.

Lost Dog, Please Call

He’s walking loopy, so I know he’s been had something besides beer.

Love

A suitcase of the body slapped with stickers of scars from every location.

Love Is . . .

“I love you” is always a quotation. You did not say it first.

Love or Money

Ralph’s children had believed Christine was just after his money.

Love Song Full of Holes

let me fall through some small bore into your tiny breathing eden

Love Takes Hold

A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.

Lust

We drove, talking fast, fast, fast. He was always going for my zipper.

L’entracte

She stopped, turned toward him, placed her hand on his chest.

Magnolia

The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.

Make It Black

Maybe that’s what she feels, not stranded, but suspended in time.

Making Things Up

Oh shit! I had that a while ago. Didn’t think I still did. So, so sorry.

Mama Scarecrow

she will unchew the dried bulbs of history, spit them at the foot of her post.

Marantha

Today was the first day of her new life, and she was on an adventure.

Marauder with Flag

I’m not afraid of dying. I’ve died on camera before. It’s not so bad.

Martyr

The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.

Me, Jodie Lynn Malone

I looked up how much everything would cost. Giving birth: $9,000.

Medial Tibial Stress Syndrome

When you turn fifty, you have to prove to yourself you’ve got something left.

Meditation Having Felt and Forgotten

Language seems accomplice to grieving, everything dissolves.

Memorial

He was shirtless and showcasing a large tattoo of the Twin Towers.

Men Against Violence

You’re feminist? Neither one of you. You just like getting into fights.

Men and Dogs

Praise the ease of it: how simple it is to tell the dog he loves her.

Midland

The blackness of her hair seemed to pull the color from her body.

Mike Tyson Explains Middle Age to John Keats

Stable-keeper’s kids know broken then healed, but healed with limits.