February 2011
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At Night
I. He Dreams About Nepal
In the dark, with cool blue clouds falling through windows he sees that place he could crawl to stone-on-bare-knees– He’d like to live there (she knows), on high mountain ranges, close enough, wet, absent. The air tastes like time, incensed and old in his teeth. Windy cliffs, a dry wind that pulls, a mindful relinquishing to bell-tone prayer flags. In this place, far...
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Anonymous asked: You're as cute as a button!
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about the megafauna || a poem by Kerri Webster
about the megafauna
Things grow inchoate when I close my eyes. So open them: red dumpster and the redbud tree, how the pitcher-plant
drowns its prey, terra cotta earth, my soft nun-body— coarse sheets, cheap underthings.
Inside the vanishing, women bump each other on the street. Their bags-full-of-world make a tissue paper rustling.
I’ve been thinking about the megafauna. Take the tundra horse....
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