I never checked the boxes.
Or I checked them all.
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Mountain and valley fold.
The creases deep and sharp as blades.
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I am all my names. And something more.
Perhaps that’s what is meant by Becoming.
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The sales clerk said, helpfully: Sometimes
the size is different depending on the maker.
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The lizard sheds the tail
that has been caught in the closing door.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
OTHER POSTS IN THE SERIES
- Spring
- Horoscope
- If poetry is the shadow
- Interstitial
- Runic
- (poem removed by author)
- Interruptions of the actual
- Small fires
- Politic
- [poem temporarily hidden by author]
- [poem temporarily hidden by author]
- Bell Jar
- Retablo
- Hello, hello
- Vectors
- (poem removed by author)
- The Momentary
- Lessons in complexity
- Agape: