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Now It’s Used for Yardwork

I press out wrinkles with giddy pleasure
in boxers: fold, tuck, crease out
every imperfection with rhythmic intensity.

The reordered threads rise up on unmade sheets.
I attend to each arm of each shirt, feeling...

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Off the Wagon Rag

Let me sing the shimmying
banjo on the Red
Wine Street corner;
pullin’ in ears
like soup cans
pipin’ hot gossip
through thin strings;

hear that boys?

ain’t nothing but
some trombone tones
in the sewer stank

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Good Clean Fun

 

The sweet fried dough dusting
from our mouths to our toes, hairy-
armed signal for the ring toss beckoning
me to win you a bear from the

black box of prizes sitting unopened
next to the Strawberry Cups,
our rubber souls...

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Memory Lane (Sittin’ in the Car)


The windshield is covered in ink stains of snow; rolling tentacles of cloud and condensation invisible overhead. The son finds a new york state of mind. The dad swears; the radio swears. The dad swears at the...

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Text Message to a Friend Accidentally Deleted When the Mushrooms Wore Off.

 

A horse's flank tightens and lifts,
I admire you, flank unhinged and tail
flicked. I lean on a fence and draft bits.
I admire you, as a man, though
more (and less)...

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The Takeout Mood

 

We both know I’m going to spill
bits of eggroll along the thin line
where the ottoman meets the floor.
They’ll leave a little slick of grease.
And you’ll press them to the thin,
maddening bit of moisture on your...

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