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30: fathers day

yesterday I came into the house smelling of gas and memory; the smell of grass cuttings, of course, recalls older days, days with little form to them; they’re filled with objects: poems, turntables, shoes, the sound of doors opening, bandages, stomping horses, gift boxes. I’m not good with machines, though they are hard to break; […]

24: the poem I wanted to write, part 3

the poem I wanted to write drew a tree, a mountain, ice, and a man who might have been my brother but he was really watching the river rise and the clang of the anchors– he watches the anchors rise and how the water sworls muddy brown in the center, as if the fish below […]