Eyes through chain-link mesh analyze from afar— a million amusements. From close— a hefty gate price for a wrist stamp of approval to access the
more loveGated fence. Steel rails with pointy tops. Too many of us kids in the backseat of our neighbor’s car. They told Polly Cleary she couldn’t
more loveI know how much you enjoy watching the stars— how you imagine their sparkle, not the golden color, and how you’ll gnash your teeth through
more loveIn the little brownstone in East Cleveland and how we curled up in companionable conversation how he came over for chicken a la king and
more loveWatch me transform a memory. It starts from the lining of my insides (lilac silk) And steam-engines through the grey matter of my brain –
more loveI once was a domestic, laboring in others’ homes— washing, watching. And once, at the park, when the children wouldn’t listen,
more loveWhen the light doesn’t listen, I trace its ghost across my skin: sunrise thinning like a paper heartbeat. No one teaches the body how to
more loveThoughts of you roughly grate against each bruised crimson seam that opens bloodily. Pooling globules out of my mind into a soiled, grease-stained pan lined
more loveThe camera blinked, remembering only her hands, an outlier in the dataset. He reconstructed her from shreds that fell like snow from the blackened sky,
more loveA spark of recognition ran through them as they tried to gauge what was already known. He sat watching her eyes searching the void between
more loveThey all said she was playing me like a two-dollar fiddle. But I never figured out if that was supposed to be a compliment I’ll
more loveSeems the same as yesterday but hasn’t The sun put on earrings? Haven’t those clouds Filled their bellies? Looking at you is like Seeing the
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