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Como La Luna

Como La Luna

For my dear queer friend from Lima, Perú, Alejandra Watanabe Farro.¡Con amor y respeto por aquellas pláticas de corazón a corazón! I am like the moon,Soy como la luna,I am like the god Kútsï, the P’urhepecha deity that illuminates the night:I have multiple faces.I am...

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How to Cook an Egg

How to Cook an Egg

How to cook an eggwhen you’re lonely:Crack an egg into a pan. It’s the last one you have and you forgot to pick up more at the store. Eat the egg open-face on toast while sitting on the couch, watching the same movie you watched last week.when you’re watching your...

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Ekphrasis of Tony Conrad’s “Four Violins”

Ekphrasis of Tony Conrad’s “Four Violins”

In the foreground, this chain saw tears and rips.   [PUSH]   Jagged tooth blade, oscillates up/down not pulsing,   [PULL]   but stabbing. Leave here for the ocean in the distance,   [PUSH]   cohered from excess. On one thin veneering...

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I Call My Hound Rage and He Moves

I Call My Hound Rage and He Moves

He walks backward on command, thick fur teeming with grays reversing back to flat.After he’s fed I see him swimming the Pacific in jagged loops and gulp-frantic swirls.He holds my salt in his mouth a red rubber ball. He gnaws at the tides.He moves when I move. When I...

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I Am Not Ready But It Is Time

I Am Not Ready But It Is Time

I’m moving a black shadow. The gall sleeps top and toewith the somnambulist and leavesno dissonance.Every year is my last year. Every day is my only day. Every waiting room rotates its available seats. The contestants walk until the music stops, and find no eliminated...

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Winter Blues

Winter Blues

Maybe it was just the Winter,                      seeping through my bones                      into my heart, the grasp of its icy hands                               against my bare neck. But then I woke up in June,                         sunlight bathing me in...

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Terrene

Terrene

That dirty smellthat rises off my skinas the hotwaterhitsis a smell I quietlyrejoicein.That smell that saysI’ve spent the dayouttherein the sun,its warmth flirting withenticingmy sweat.That smell that says that flirtingworked.That smell ofdirt andsweat andsun andwater...

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on fish

on fish

he is my father’s son —my father, in the name of tall horses    snake killermy father, in the name of lavender doves    opossum killer his son —the young salmondrowning upriverand my father, resourceful angleryearning to fish himfrom muddy watersthe only way he knows...

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Christchurch

Christchurch

CHRISTCHURCH, MARCH 15th 2019I. “Hello, Brother. Welcome,”Daud Nabi greeted the refugeesfrom far-flung places in the Middle Eastwho landed in Christchurch,but that salutationalso graced the gleaming barrel of thegun, embossed with the namesof the killer’s heroes —the...

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Psalm 137: Reimagined

Psalm 137: Reimagined

Lucía Pizarro is the founding Spiritual Director at the Jewish Liberation Theology Institute in Hamilton, Ontario. She is the first Mexican woman ordained as a rabbi in the Conservative movement. She completed an M.A. and a Ph.D. in Philosophy at the University of...

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Visiting Hours

Visiting Hours

General population But you’re not.Not anymoreNow you are an inmate of the state of CaliforniaA transformation lauded as reformationWith eight numbers instead of a name All objects except for a valid form of ID must be placed in the lockers* Valid form of ID Whose?...

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An Account of These Two Years

An Account of These Two Years

you see, I wouldn’t call myself a poetas I have not thought poetically in some timelike a flower is petals, stem, and powderall flowers falling under the shade of wordsworth’s daffodils but I think now I can return toseeing a flower as a thing sharing this...

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