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rhetorical questions


I’ve been thriving on strawberry
and lemon water
eating almonds and cashews
every other day
all the while considering how
seriously I’m in need of some sun

she awoke before me
her shower a part of my dreams
later leaning over to kiss me
rainfall hitting the pitch of the roof
just perfectly

you’re dressed for success
I murmured
squinting and gathering pillows

I hope you’re not going to lie there
all day long she says

before I could answer she was gone



april fools day two thousand seventeen
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slender is the moon


sometimes she rises unexpectedly
somewhat slight
and somehow bright
like a slice of lemon or orange
painted in the sky

far out west ideas stretch
and sink
fading like an autumn leaf

face to face juxtapositions often
lead to uncertainty
casting doubt
by way of a thousand lies

there are certainly higher standards
worth obtaining
but not at the cost
of having to show no mercy



december two thousand sixteen
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he embarrasses me


he asked me why I was always near
shouting as if he was deaf
pointing fingers about which way
the wind blows
as if I always knew
when to grab a jacket
or carry an umbrella

he stopping drinking gin
and switched to vodka
because that was my mother’s favorite

in the candlelit parlor
he would silently toast her beauty
until he could no longer see

when midnight arrived I would take off
his shoes and put up his feet
lay a blanket over his fragility
his hand grasping the cane

he never wanted me
to take him out to dinner
because as he put it
I know everything about nothing
and talk way too loud


october two thousand fifteen
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settling the score


out of nowhere billy lost everything
waking up to a note
segued by a pink slip at work
months later evicted from his
place in philadelphia

sally took it all to minnesota
life and child crammed inside
u-haul speeding north on 35
not a tear in her eye
nor ounce of shame left behind

unable to cut it on the streets
billy hit the road south to miami
playing drums and keeping warm
lip syncing in the shower
and banging his head on blue tile

back in arizona sally arrives on time
stepping off the plane
taken in by a friend of an online friend
homeschooling by day
and singing late into cool nights

on his fortieth billy falls back in time
with a young sally on coney island
arranged by a matchmaker
from oklahoma city
wishing to remain anonymous



april two thousand fifteen
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good riddance to october rain


I don’t remember autumn being this wet
she said

I blinked my eyes and looked outside
thinking to myself what an
absurd thing to say

it’s not that wet I said it’s just an illusion

it’s wet enough they canceled tonight’s
baseball game she said

real men play in the rain I said

you’re an idiot she said and walked away

I raised my glass and made a silent toast
to rid the world of absurdity
and rainy october nights



october two thousand fourteen
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Boomerang


He started telling me things
little things
I had no business knowing

After a while the little things
mixed with the big things
and soon the important things
seemed to not matter so much

Every day for over two thousand
I did nothing but live alone with
my own thoughts

Of course I continued to enjoy
chocolate kisses and
group therapy and
kite flying

When he rescued me from
voluntary confinement
I screamed incoherently while
riding on the back of his fifty horses
hair blowing back horizontally
arms raised and flailing

Now after so many years since
time has turned around
and I find myself
drifting and regressing
but succeeding at exorcising
my very own demons


september two thousand fourteen
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january rain


she told me she liked a good cliché
liked how it felt against the
tip of her tongue

she was the kind of gal
who loved to french kiss for hours
or so she told no one

I remember her telling me on
new year’s eve
to be at the bus stop at noon
where she’d pick me up and
we’d go picnicking in the park

it rained throughout the night
and well into the morning
and though the buses don’t
run on sundays
there I sat in the dark
wondering where she was


june two thousand fourteen
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lost in space


you make me feel this big she said
eyes squinting
thumb and forefinger
an inch away from her nose

walking taller than usual
she exited the stage like someone
who knew exactly
where she was heading

as open minds followed
her every footstep
my mind traveled far inside
that imaginary space
she had just recited


march two thousand fourteen
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that gun in your hand


click click bang
reload your clip and
take aim of my heart

I don’t give a damn and
I don’t want to know
how you found the courage
to become someone you’re not

click click bang
bring me to my knees
and make me close my eyes
but just promise me one thing
promise me the world
won’t end tonight


february two thousand fourteen
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keeping it copacetic


you just don’t get it
do you
she says
unwrapping a stick of
frozen butter on the counter

no I don’t
I think to myself
but all I can say out loud is
what

and don’t give me that
what the fuck are you talking about
face
I don’t wanna see that

I don’t wanna see that either I say

see what she says

that
what the fuck are you talking about
face

very funny
she says
sterling silver knife in hand


november two thousand thirteen
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three day weekend


she left her stockings hanging
in the shower
leading me to believe
she would be back

but I knew she wouldn’t be back

there wasn’t much food
left in the house
but I didn’t feel much like
eating anyway

after a few days
I talked myself into believing
they were just a gift
so I tucked them away
somewhere she might find them


november two thousand thirteen
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making conversation


what’s your favorite song
I asked her
as we sat atop the bluff
overlooking the mississippi river
the white sails below looking like
a paint-by-number watercolor

she took a sip of her arnie palmer
and lowered her sunglasses
exposing sinister eyes
straight into mine
then pushed them back
and returned to her sunbathing

what was that look for
I asked her
picking up a rock and rubbing it
with my thumb and fingers

you know what my favorite song is
you silly man
she whispered above the happy birds
why don’t you go ahead
and sing it for me



august two thousand thirteen
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