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Old Love

When my aunt died
my uncle raised his hands
like a prophet in the Bible.
I have lost my girl he said,
I have lost my girl over and over,
shaking his head.

I didn't know what to say
where to look
my quiet uncle raising his voice
to silence.

My aunt was eighty-seven.
Listen, my uncle said, sighing
like a tree alone at night,
women know.
Every midnight on New Year's Eve,
when others sang
and laughed and hugged
your aunt looked at me,
tears in her eyes.
Sixty years.
She knew.
One day, we'd kiss good-bye



The room was suddenly rich and the great bay window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible
World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.


My Doggy Ate My Essay

My doggy ate my essay.
He picked up all my mail.
He cleaned my dirty closet
and dusted with his tail.

He straightened out my posters
and swept my wooden floor.
My parents almost fainted
when he fixed my bedroom door.

I did not try to stop him.
He made my windows shine.
My room looked like a palace,
and my dresser smelled like pine.

He fluffed up every pillow.
He folded all my clothes.
He even cleaned my fish tank
with a toothbrush and a hose.

I thought it was amazing
to see him use a broom.
I’m glad he ate my essay
on How to Clean My Room.

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