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One Says We

Sometimes one does wade into it or is ambushed as by a incensed fog.

One Such as This

Later in the pale of dawn your hair brushed across my forearm.

Or Else

“Jesus Christ,” Dad said, after the counselor spelled it out for him.

Oracle

Put out to pasture, flop down into clover, alternate to the glue factory.

Orientation

Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.

OTP

Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?

Our Fairy Stories

Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.

Our Neighbors the Bells

Our neighbors the Bells are watching, watching us when we play outside.

Our Weapons

The rifle slams into my shoulder. Smoke pummels the air.

Oysters

Eating a raw oyster is like exchanging a soul kiss with the sea.

Parasols

The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.

Paris, 1970

Doisneau might have eyed and shot us for how brazenly we kissed.

Particles

I don’t remember being born, only the great dog whose fur I clung to.

Patchwork Elephant

This kind of childhood stuck with a person, twisted things up.

Peach Philosophy

You must not be afraid of what waits after death, my past self says.

People (Interlude)

She was wanting to be noticed as a person not wanting to be noticed.

People Fall All the Time

A branch breaks and the body lands the wrong way. Snapping is easy.

Per Ardua Ad Astra

His name is Lloyd. He lives on Percival. He’s super creepy.

Perseids

How can we go on believing each day won’t be the one that flames out?

Pig Shit Cannon

The Renaissance mastered the illusion of depth on a flat plane.

Pimp

In my eyes is the flame of the adolescent he wants to hire.

Plain Lucky

I received a surprise invitation to a tryout camp at Ebbets Field.

Plutonium

I wanted just to like chemistry, because my teacher hailed from Georgia.

Poem to My Child, If Ever You Shall Be

I have so many questions for you, for you are closer to me than anyone.

Poised, Like Jellies

We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.

Polio

Imagine first the mighty blast. And then the mushroom cloud.

Pop Rivet

Finger tracing the terrain, you hold me through autumn’s loss of color.

Portrait of the Cartoonist as a Woman

My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.

Poser

Art is a way for the mind to master the body, even if it is not one’s own.

Possessions

I was nagged by those boxes from my old life stacked in the garage.