Mary Jo Bang Poems

Fragile like a child is fragile.
Destined not to be forever.
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The role of elegy is
To put a death mask on tragedy,
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The aqua green goes with the pink
in a way no one knows what will happen.
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At a book of details
Of all the moments when knowledge is acquired.
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The rhinestone lights blink off and on.
Pretend stars.
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What is desire
But the hardwire argument given
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A personal lens: glass bending rays
That gave one that day's news
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Now we sit and play with a tiny toy
elephant that travels a taut string.
Now we are used and use in turn
each other. Our hats unravel
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