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With Piano
It’s the little things you remember when you die. The children. The moments. Your face after achieving multiple simultaneous orgasms. The orgasms. The presidential campaigns, the incipient volcano underlying the western half of the continental U.S. It’s the little things that make you wonder. I played identity politics with God, and earned a nod. Activism:…
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Moon Shot
People change. People estrange. The wear and tear on the asbestos flange took my grandfather at seventy-five. My grandmother is alive, and turning eighty. The moon landing is forty. I am twenty. Ten, five. The moon is a Kennedy penny in a madras sky, and the man in the moon got a rocket through his…
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His Ink and Pad’s Quiet Might.
Always a little better than he pretends And a little worse than he wishes, my friend, Saying words that should be written down, Displaying a smile that is often a frown.
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Two Hundred and Six Bones
When Nelson dies, All two hundred and six Of my broken bones Will ache for you.
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*Bright Star* starring John Keats
*Bright Star* starring John Keats John Keats rests his head as angular as two racially white blades of hay.
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*Life Story* starring Jeff Goldblum
*Life Story* starring Jeff Goldblum The mystery has a name, Jeff Goldblum.
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The Stone House
There’s a house a half an hour south of town, built of stones my father hauled from down the road in his old Ford Fairlane. He built it for my mother when she asked. A rare man sees the monument to his life rise before his death. A rare man sees his own headstone. By…
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Four Poems
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING One time when I was walking down the street, I saw Kenneth Branagh. I said, Hey! Kenneth Branagh! I loved your adaptation of _Much Ado About Nothing_! And your work in _Wild Wild West_! I mean wow! And he said, Thank you, you’re too kind. And I said, no, really, you’re…