this is a living, breathing poem – visit us again
grieving is for the living
grief is constant/ revision
she is
coming soon
more oracles
more bumper stickers about dying
a tryptic of living, dying & the ferry
when he cannot sleep I
travelers, where will we sleep
when I dream of my brother I wake up/
he is like a son to me
hold his ghost against me, a child. all knees & blonde hair
I knew you first.
what to do with no headstone. the monument, everywhere *
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I saw the movie everyone liked
* so what is wrong with me?
In dreams we saw one another/ legs fell open like pages, eager *
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we climbed into one another/
and we waited by the window *. *
we grew up **
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* through the years/ we all will be together if the fates allow