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A coral stone at the edge of Bufano Roadwhere the storm sat downbut did not sleepthe jack pine I used to cursefor its ragged outlineas the evening shadows walkedacross yucca stumpswhere quits perched all last summerfussing their yellow song. A…
The child believeswhat she sees becomes her owneach morning over toothpastein front of the mirror another woman’s mouth goes tight as a zipper.On the night wall desire hangsVirgin unattainablea tiny white woman smiling the perfect fantasy of my sister chains…
January 1, 1992It’s great to be able to call you at strange hours of my night asking you to explainyourself wonderingif that land you approachradar in handclimbing an unknown sea where sailors dare not go lightly is my face your…
Berlin again after chemotherapyI reach behind me once morefor days to comesweeping around the edges of authenticitytwo years after Hugo blew one life awayDeath like a burnt starperched on the rim of my teacupflaming the honey drips from my spoonsunlight…
Christmas, 1989A six-pointed starin the eyes of a Polish childlighting her first shabbas candle fading into a painted cross on the Berlin Wall gnarled Lithuanian hands at prayer Romania’s solemn triumpha dictator’s statue ground into dust (SINTI-What?)*Before the flickering screen…
I talk to rockssometimes they answer double-voicedas a woman in love taking leavein roars of jade.Carnelian promises an end to bleakthrough secret eyes of malachiteI look toward obsidianto absolve my dreaming.The jasper-red stonein the gizzard of swallowsheals the moon-touchedthe poor…
Amsterdam, 1986 How the fruit lay at your feethow you dressed the winecut green beansin a lacy networkwound to the drumrusset arm hairsin the candlelightwe ate pom and fish ricewith a fork and spoon. A short hard rainand the moon…
The cockroachwho is dyingand the womanwho is blindagreenot to noticeeach other’s shame.
17 luxury condominiums electronically protectedfrom criminal hunger the homeless seeking a night’s warmthacross from the soup kitchen St. Vincent’s Hospitalrazor wire covering the hot air grates. Disrobed needshrieks through the nearby streets.Some no longer beg. a brown sloe-eyed boy picks…
for Jacqui and AngelaLeaving the known for another city the club-car smells of old velvet rails whisper relief mantras steel upon steelevery fourth thud breaks the hum “stand and fight,” I said leaving my words for ransom “your only way…