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Architects, Please Try Harder

Build more homes that resemble ships. Put little doors in the backs  of rooms, with tiny steps that lead into hidden chambers four or five feet below deck. Remember the salt box, the A-frame, and the foursquare,  the disappearing vessels of our dreaming.  Chair rails might establish a room’s  horizons, …

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Postcards from Ursula

Ursula is the name given to the  largest Customs and Border Patrol processing and  detention center. It is located in McAllen, Texas; its conditions have been compared to torture facitilies by physicians and  social workers. Their Eyes. I’m haunted by their eyes. —Toby Gialluca, Lawyer   my body in the …

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On Empire

The Roman sarcophagus shows Miriam, with her spangled tambourine,1 as she crosses the dead sea, women dancing as coral waves spread, their escape from Pharaoh captured in alabaster stone & gypsum red – will we too survive, our lungs flooded, the indifferent machine? & will we reach the other side? …

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Jazz and Life and the Other Sorts

Jazz’s analgesic, a loud lullaby of unhomed birds tweeting loss from the ugly side of paradise; a quarrelsome tide, an endless sigh, a wildfire, the groans of the boys who blacked out in chain gangs in plantations in human zoos, half-faces of the girls who wrapped their laughter in tignons …

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Tennessee

Tennessee, you keep taking my socks each time I do laundry. Every week, I have to buy a new package. Striped or plaid, it doesn’t matter, they will all be eaten by your machine. Bundles of cotton that protect my feet from my shoes which protect my socks from the …

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Tilework Illustration of Fox Among Grapevines

The yolk’s lush on the fox’s dark tongue— mosaic of shell in the dirt —all the generations come down to this bright furrow. They built us a nest, no promise of security only a hope for it. We were only ever invisible when our mothers hovered over us, but now, …

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O (After Hamlet)

And, like a neutral to his will and matter, / Did nothing.  The engine of your interval ranges blank across the hour. Blank along an inkblack importuning. A blankness rising like a little light. Blank blank my heart, blank my will and matter. These breathing clouds. Brightback the bodies of …

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balcony birds

blue-yellow mouth. uproarious birdsong morning. yesterday a mockingbird landed on the balcony. last month it was a pigeon. a construction crew is digging-up the street. the birds are louder, still. love-rotten morning. without you what’s the point. there’s leftover seed on the balcony. the feeder you made never brought a …

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little lie

he told a lie so small that the fabric of spacetime tore in a corner of his one-bedroom. he didn’t think much of it: there it was, dishonest sliver full of histories and futures, pulsating with starlight. whatever, he coughed, straight into the eternal depths of the hole. one day, …

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Suture Means Thread

With delicate spider silk we’re threaded together, though you are dead, and I am here feeling your burn in my right hip. It’s a protest song—the one you screamed as they rushed you to your death. Or the one your daughter hollered as she tried, tried to get there but …

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