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I wil remember

I am no one if not not-me, and this I keep forgetting; if I settle for this being, then I’ve forgotten myself; not, mind you, a self which I can identify (that will never please me), but myself as only…

Equinox fall

I lie on my equinox, split night and day, stare the stars away, retreat from my sun’s warmth, shrivel from his kisses; fear we’ll kill the owl, we’ve clipped my peregrine wings, that I’m naught but a carrion crow. I…

Sister Insect

Sister dirty cheap upon a wood floor; ants heap coffee grounds to dig a hole down the center: a fiddle-player without a bow, a pianist out of keys.  Climb, “Oh my little sister!”  And sing a song of reason, beauty,…