Poetry
Quasheba’s Lament
I taste my own salt blood / and remind myself I am still alive
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Heel Poem / Black-Hooded
I want a crane poem to / deconstruct the sarcophagus-heavy helmet and corset, the luminescent poster-sun on the wall
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Something Else
your urn was / exactly as you’d wanted
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I’ve Had a Good Life. I’ve Been Water-Skiing
Was all of this enough? / I won a game, I won a game again
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Today My Task Is the Codicil
I’ve had my pomegranate life. / Seeds sluicing red . . . Rose affection
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