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Category: poem

disillusionment

excited by the sound of crickets, i rush outside to recognize a car alarm, two blocks down. in the silence that follows, the memory of cricket-sound reveals itself as a yet more distant car alarm.

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if you’re awake now, look west, and let your mouth make the shape of the moon

monkey’s fist

resentment nurtured to the realm of art, though dazzling, doesn’t fail to choke the heart

birthday kiss

your family tree is neither straight nor tall the branches twist and sideways reach but the roots go deep, through sewer and hidden seam impervious to rot

laugh lines

it’s not the spring sun that cracks the trees’ bark, but the new growth from within