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After #MeToo

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

After the #MeToo Movement
Will be the movement
In which people admit
That they liked Erma Bombeck

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A Great Sermon

Monday, January 7, 2019

A great sermon, like a love
song, plainly states
the impossible – and not
only that, but the unwanted.
And not only states it

but argues for it.
The only thing deeper
than love is the conviction
that it is at once impossible,
inevitable, and necessary.

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Hubba Bubba

Friday, January 4, 2019

As an abject moral failure myself
I can talk about moral failure freely
and can morally feel your failury.

Abject is a noun that means “stones.”
But what is stabject? Not a noun:
a non-noun like . . . well, like your mom.

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Once You Had Hands

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Once you had hands;
now you do not.
You lost both of them
the day you got shot.
I’m not sure how,
since you were shot
in the face; but you did
once have hands,
and now you do not.

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The Indivisible Man

Thursday, January 3, 2019

One of my favorite movies growing up
was the Indivisible Man. Wrapped
in bandages from head to toe, his corpus
could not be disassembled. I like that idea:
wish I hadn’t lost both my arms
in a sewing accident. Wish, in fact,
you hadn’t left me when you did.

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A Changing of Movie Star Names

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Marlon Branlon

Humphrey Bumphrey

Leonaprio DiCaprio

Robert De Nobbert

Mamon Damon

Jimmy Stewmy

Charlie Chaplie

Bratt Pitt

Tonks Hanks

Russell Crowell

Jack Nicholsack

Ephie Murphy

Morgan Frorgan

Liam Neeam

Katherine Hatherine

Will Smill

Samuel L. Jamuel

Robert Dowbert Jubert

Audrey Hepbrey

Gregory Pegory

Human Jackman

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Wright Inverted

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
They love each other. They bow shyly as wet swans.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

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Melania Reminisces

Thursday, December 13, 2018

“We had great
chemistry
when we
met in 1998,

we started to date,
dated for a long time
before we got married,
we got married,

we had a son—
but we had
great chemistry
from the day one.”

[see the original report]

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Party Instructions

Monday, December 10, 2018

Toss or cast
your hands
into the space
above your head,
and, if possible,
move them in
such a way as
to communicate
to anyone who
happens to
be watching
that you just
aren’t concerned.

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After MacLeish

Thursday, November 1, 2018

Poem is not just thudding, mute medallion;
not just dumb, a token. It’s also the big
CAN’T SORRY to a world of worry that this
isn’t enough this, that I’m that, I’m all,
all. Poem is the no to your yes. Ford Escape
hatch from big marketing. It’s a Juul break
when all you wanted was 10,000 spoons. Nothing cat-
chy, poem is death to all catchy. It’s the garbage
to your carefully cleaned & jerked syntax.

                         Cleaned and shanked.
Filleted. Stripped and hissing on a brazier.

Poems get ya. They know what ya think about.
Know ya secretly hate you, and maybe
not so secretly. Be this thing for a moment.
The tawdry DEAR GOD PLEASE NO when everyone
else nods in unison, “Hey yes, take our photo.
We are in love here. We do nice things now.”
I hate it all, Archibald. This WHAT WE’VE BECOME
when what we had been was cold, a heavy
medal pressed twixt forefinger and thumb.

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