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\/ GHOSTALGIA A drop of blood lands in an eye-sized field. Imagine waking up to cry. Hide the hidden ant of your son’s loneliness. /\ TWO POEMS ABOUT TWO POEMS I give god enough to imagine me naked. Fish and bird are loose in the same mirror. My children, Object and Permanence, examine my spotless body like aliens who cannot hurt their own but want to. Their mother’s decoy has a clock distracted by time and their mother swims to have no ghost. Suicide. All those dates I didn’t. \/ SO SANG father paints an abstract jesus. my sister bites at the shoulder strap of her bra. my brothers to keep from crumbling are sharing bread. I draw a violinist. a dog at the neck of its owner. - in our imaginings gutted baseballs became the skulls of small animals through which the wind called heads. - a refrigerator rocks in a junkyard. either the door has jammed, or she is pregnant. - a cement wall scraped in passing by one with a stick is the love we have for father - depression is a dog whistle. I miss dinner sounding it out. /\
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