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FOUNDATIONAL LOVE NARRATIVE


None of it makes sense 
but I do it anyways
little drunk wolf eyes peering out 
from inflamed lids
you’re all grayness and redness 
half alive but I feel so 
alive with you
like a kiddo my laughter 
comes out water 
sparkling sprinkler waves
a whole monumental fountain 
for public bathing 
unafraid except of want -- 
knowing it might 
take me across
and then how would I 
get back

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EMERALD CITY FUNERAL MARCH


I can still see your house 
from mine
and the chasm where 
the post office was
the hill was important
crucial blackberry zone
lies about the Dairyqueen parking lot 
terminal gasps of a city
black eyed susan deadhead stalks 
salmon metaphors work good 
where did the people go
where do they come from
the river is on fire but 
the fish stay put 
glass and glass and glass 
the tank outside of the classroom
if you were good you got to 
monitor the eggs, wait for growth
lazy daze walks up and down
tracking signs that claim
how much time is left
Dis N That boutique, Pho Beef Noodle
the Starbucks on Rainier 
saintly status now that it’s gone
old men played dominoes there
the new place is OK if you’re willing 
to be a computer - like me today -
I opted for the chrome as well
it contrasts with white tile
so clean, the pastel autumn palette 
of fibrous garments
fresh metropolitan motherhood
ochre, salmon, pale ass sky blue
me too! again, and also
but childless baby spice
pigtails and fine lines
antioxidants and lip smackers
anyways I can still see
your house from mine
the Jo Jos we ate on the curb
the ways we are the same
coat our fingertips in seasoning 
it works for a second 
devour the crumbs
as everything passes

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PICKUP STICKS


old man hands
thick with water
fast like hummingbirds
sometimes your hair
stands straight up
I laugh because
I love you and 
it’s funny how 
my caring 
is so caged
then releases
in these happy 
cascades like
the trippy, skippy 
walks home 
past all  the curtained 
living rooms 
of tired people 
watching things

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