Month: June 2017
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The Failure of My Music

I was cleaning the garage and then
the garage was clean. The voice
from the radio sounded shocked
by another mass shooting
but went on about the government
officials and their take on the violence,
which had nothing to do
Virgule
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Our Agora
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In Praise of My Manicure

Because I was taught all my life to blend in, I want
my fingernails to blend out: like preschoolers
who stomp their rain boots in a parking lot, like coins
who wink at you from the scatter-bottom of a
Boy, Dirty, Aged Twelve
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The Eccentric French Song and Dance Man of Grand Rapids
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Outside the Door
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Speak to Me
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