5/19/2021

End of Story


A turquoise plastic chair 

tangled in a barbed wire fence.


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The Hydroponic Basil I Brought Home from Payless Grocery 


He finds it an embarrassment,

wrongly revealed roots without hairs,

and rushes out to bury it in the garden.


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Berry Season


Certain people 

are coming back 

to me these nights 

I keep the bedroom 

window open.


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