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Body my house
my horse my hound
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The binocular owl,
fastened to a limb
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Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
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What does love look like? We know
the shape of death. Death is a cloud
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When in the mask of night there shone that cut,
we were riddled. A probe reached down
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I like being in your apartment, and not disturbing anything.
As in the woods I wouldn't want to move a tree,
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A mouth. Can blow or breathe,
be a funnel, or Hello.
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Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
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A smudge for the horizon
that, on a clear day, shows
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Beards of water
some of them have.
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I show her how to put her arms around me,
but she’s much too small.
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In the pond in the park
all things are doubled;
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It’s about
the ball,
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Monday
The world is a ball of water.
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She sat on a shelf,
her breasts two bellies
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Stop bleeding said the knife
I would if I could said the cut.
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The flag is folded
lengthwise, and lengthwise again,
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The popcorn is greasy, and I forgot to bring a Kleenex.
A pill that’s a bomb inside the stomach of a man inside
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We move by means of our mud bumps.
We bubble as do the dead but more slowly.
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“Feel me to do right,” our father said on his deathbed.
We did not quite know—in fact, not at all—what he meant.
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