Gone

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Dawson Springs, Kentucky; December 10, 2021; EF-4 Tornado * hill street lumber street the nortonville road all that yonder by the school that store off of union where we stopped…

Dispatch from Your Fourth Month

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  Outside, bright leaves batter the window screens. Here, you are a warm weight pinning me to now. We will never be cleaner to each other. You have yet to…

The Ghost of The Yum Yum

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  My father-in-law’s hand-painted sign, locked inside, says, Eat As If You Are In China. Color photos of 1980s patrons line the walls, turn sepia. The Yum Yum on Race…

Eveningsong

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  A man at the bus stop lugs +++his cello with such vigour it scares me. +++Unlike him, I’m estranged from my music. The evening makes song from the hollow…

Bleat

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  Is such an interesting word. First because it imitates an animal sound, which is already oddly loaded. Then because the animal is a goat, and not a dog or…

Hauz Khas

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  Subject to general monumentality in the air, the waters of the sultanate-era royal tank too, spoke of solidity and stillness, plastered in a layer of green algae that stuck…

Orfeo, orisha

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  Let not branch, fruit, and gnarled trunk deceive you—a tree is a machine. A chemist, too, whose shiny leaves skulk toward sun and translate its mien into matter. A…

Untitled

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  +++The first time someone told me             please speak English I had to code switch so fast    my languages failed me and I said nothing +++For a long…

Flight, dream

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  There are so many apples on the ground ++++++I am an apple  no        a bee no        the bee’s stinger stinging     my body ++++++Why are there so        many apples…

The lake thinks up its shore

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  We took a chainsaw to the tree she liked to climb, let it rest a few days then dug out the stump, the patient roots. In its place a…

Original Sin

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  was uneven eyeliner done under the fluorescent lighting of a club’s bathroom. Monologues about how we weren’t afraid of the dead, ghosts, old folk tales, done in a stall…