Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
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In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
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Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
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The binocular owl,
fastened to a limb
like a lantern
all night long,
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Stop bleeding said the knife
I would if I could said the cut.
Stop bleeding you make me messy with the blood.
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My dumpy little mother on the undertaker's slab
had a mannequin's grace. From chin to foot
the sheet outlined her, thin and tall. Her face
uptilted, bloodless, smooth, had a long smile.
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Little lion face
I stopped to pick
among the mass of thick
succulent blooms, the twice
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Women Or they
should be should be
pedestals little horses
moving those wooden
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It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
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A mouth. Can blow or breathe,
be a funnel, or Hello.
A grass blade or a cut.
A question seated. And a proud
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