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Black people fishing the causeway full-skirted bare brown to the bellyband atilt on the railing near a concrete road where a crawler-transporter will move the space shuttle from hangar to gantry.Renting a biplane to stalk the full moon in Aquariusas…
“Most of us out here don’t think aboutNew York at all except as a zoo” Used to bethe circus was for rich kidsevery week in summerI went by subway to the Bronx ZooThursday was free daythe mandrillscowling menace over his…
I don’t need to be richjust ableto know how it feelsto get boredwith anemones.
Children of war learnto grow up alone and silently hopingno one will noticesomebody’s life could depend on it.Children of warknowthe worst timescome announcedby a disagreeable whinemother’s rage always relievedby a definite reason.
I don’t need to be richjust ableto know how it feelsto get boredwith anemones.
Children of war learnto grow up aloneand silently hopingno one will noticesomebody’s life could depend on it.Children of warknowthe worst timescome announcedby a disagreeable whine mother’s rage always relievedby a definite reason.
Hanging outmeans beingtogetherupon the earthboulderscrape myrtle treesfox and deerat the watering holenot quite togetherbut learningeach other’s ways.
Spikes of lavender aster under Route 91hide a longing or confession“I remember when air was invisible”from Chamberlin Hill down to Lord’s Creektree mosses point the way home. Two nights of frostand already the hills are turningcurved green against the astonished…
The road to Southampton is layered with days in different directionsyou driving an ecru sedanthrough potato dust velvet asphalt beyond Patchogue Yaphank Ronkonkoma and one of us always gave inat the Center Moriches turnthe road narrows down to a sudden…
I learned to be honest the way I learned to swim dropped into the inevitablemy father’s thumbs in my hairless armpitsabout to give wayI am tryingto surface carefullyrememberingthe water’s shadow-legged muskcannons of salt explodingmy nostrils’ rageand for yearsmy powerful breast…