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short dollar

she used to smoke weed
she was Nia's niece
what did you think
this practice was going to be?
I'm bad with names
but I remember small things
your small eyes
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Flutters

July in the north country
The blueberries bursting
Under the netting that
Trapped several starlings
Two with their eyes decayed
One still struggling
I can't forget the feeling
Of her frail body untensing
In the cage of my palms
Mine to release or keep
And the pressure of her feet
Pushing off into the blue

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Twelfth Day

The tree's only there
for as long as I am
in December.

Didn't fancy a trip
to Walgreens to replace
the guttered strings,
I'd only bring home some
of those strip lights,
as atoms beneath which
cashiers strain for
bonhomie.

We went tiki instead,
and I left the lights on,
all day of the twelfth day,
primary colours as one,
beamed through
cut crystal celebration,
broken out as museum security,
through which we crawl,
over cake crumbs.

The rest of the year's light,
unreliable,
the day is either
too gray, too bleached,
too dusty, light that just hangs,
sticks to your ribs,
how did we fare before we could
shine through pines
artificially?

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