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Turning the Key
Turning the key
in the old lock,
you never know;
silent cellblock
waiting to see.
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A Dog Sniffs
A dog sniffs a tuft of grass
because it is curious
to know what has been there, and
what remains.
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Marble Eyes
Marble eyes and
a song
of a body,
she wields her dance
toward winter.
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I Grow My Own
I grow my own
out of the way
in low places.
I keep it gray
and stay unknown.
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The Beer
The beer is crisp;
so is the sun
(my good brother).
What isn’t here
doesn’t matter.
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Gender Perfect
Gender perfect
with a pencil
and no body,
all my senses
clearly blurring.
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Fortification
Fortification of woe
by the river unchanging,
dilapidated and stern,
comfortable inside.
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Magical Seal
Magical seal
suddenly there,
head on the blue,
grazing the air,
like something real.
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Toward the Center
Bluer than why
and redder than
when, this yen for
sentience curling
toward the center.
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No Mystery
That I am older
now than I have ever been,
and younger
now than I ever
will be, is no mystery.