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Fire Escape

Fire Escape

I want to tell you about the man standing 
on the third floor fire escape, staring through 
his round-rimmed glasses, through the window, 
in at me.

I am waiting for him to jump.

What will his body be like after sliding 
though through two floors of empty air?  
Will they bury it or burn it?  His cousins 
driving all-night from Utah to watch it happen, 
then all night h...

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Alarm

Alarm

The radio on your alarm switches on at 3am, 
unbeckoned.  The voice of a nighttime preacher 
speaking forgiveness onto dead waves.  It begins 
in your dreams, and only later do you realize 
his voice is not water spilling from a crack in a brick wall.  

You bring your fingers to your face, listening 
to the voice, which is not fire, telling you 
you are loved by an empty sky.  He...

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Gladiolus

Gladiolus

She ate sliced ham out of a zip-lock bag,
standing beside me on the subway platform
with her side-tilted hat showing she was
all spunk and all seriousness, making me
feel absurd to be holding these gladiolus
and heading to the far west side of the city
where my sweet friends with an Irish accent
had just had a baby removed.  

This girl with her hat and her ham and I
watched...

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After Everyone is Dead

Everything that will happen has already happened.
This rain is making the grass greener and
these diseased birds are eating the garbage
from the ground.  God continues to text us
encouragement although standard messaging fees apply.

The streetlights will turn green even if
no one is there to drive away,
the bread will turn bad in the freezer
no matter how tightly you wrap it,
and I have...

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Diner

The hospital waiting room
was also a diner.  I drank
a chocolate milkshake with another man
while you turned the floor red. 
Flowers bloomed from your blood. 
You picked them for me,
but I forgot them on the counter.

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