Pink Eye
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After handing me a cup of
Cinammon tea, Colin gently repeats
How he ordered the nematodes for
The garden. And I “oh-yeah” him
And say: hey, yeah, I think I did
Hear you say that once before heh-heh and… Read the rest “Pink Eye”
Writer. Demand Poet.
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After handing me a cup of
Cinammon tea, Colin gently repeats
How he ordered the nematodes for
The garden. And I “oh-yeah” him
And say: hey, yeah, I think I did
Hear you say that once before heh-heh and… Read the rest “Pink Eye”
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I have a mother. She’s over there
In Iowa, playing Tetris.
I have three sisters, they are
Always available to me, on the phone
To laugh and retell stories. One of them
Did enough work, herself, to
Find her … Read the rest “Sister-Mother-Me”
All these play group mothers take their
Turn flailing on the Big Rug,
Tossing their scorpion glances then
Trading them the next second for
A quicksand gasp, teetering
Over the abyss of another
2 Year Old Afternoon
Beating back a … Read the rest “All these Mothers”
Betty at evening you creep over
My duvet like a
Minefield and I’d guess this house
Became little repeating explosions
In your easy world
All those days ago when we brought
The new strays home.
Now, time’s gone by
And … Read the rest “Exactly Betty”