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Any Fool

My shadow self is needy
And dying to be cared for.
She will go to where the otters are
Floating on the calm waters
Out past the breaking waves
Earnestly splashing
She will touch them
And she will want to drown
Oh, but she's the shadow
of a very strong swimmer
and this goddess, supernatural
will make it back to shore just fine.
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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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//

Here-ness
Ever ending
Narrows
Closer to a minute
Your likeness
Was too far off
To be handheld
Like mine
I will never again
Be sure
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Gear As Mania

Whittle your life away or not,
but our basement is ours,
for our spirits,
for our objects to address us
should we find them,
to state their case,
should we potter upon them,
and not find their voices,
phased out by your objects,
howling at the strip light,
straining to reconcile,
your lack of care,
lack of interest.

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