​4. Love letter 8

We were too far
from one another
to say good bye.
The blast took you.
The water boiled around me
but brought me nowhere
that a current wouldn’t.
I needed a ship.
So I clambered up
and thought of words.
I made a language.
The word climb occurred
to me as I escaped
up the hill and
as a woman fell
trying to get to
high ground to
throw herself off.
I made the sound for night.
The word moon came
before the moon.
Above the clouds
were the stars
facing the stars.
Above the stars
was our boat.
Within the boat
were the stars
that move
within the clouds
and the moon
that was still.

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​3. Arachnophobia

The spider had an abdomen like a
mouse and after I stunned it with a nudge
but was afraid to squash it I showed
it to my father who said:
Put it in a jar, seal it tight,
and write on the label:
On this date I separated this thing
from the world in which it could do harm.

Before he left he pointed out its
fangs and their perfect
mechanism. It had a tail for camouflage
or disguise or balance. It began again to move
and as I tried to cover it with a glass
inflated so the cup's diameter
wouldn't encompass it
entirely. As it recalibrated I knew
my squeamishness had been a mistake
and I was afraid. I left and shut the
door and wrote on it what my
father had suggested. The walls weren't smooth
though and the cracks and crumbs would allow it
to grow and climb. I went out of there
and forgot the spider which has continued
to gain traction and precision.

Someday a boy will enter the room
and carefully loosen the threads that
time has corrupted into binds. The spider
will have molted into an armored monkey
that'll regard its rescuer coldly.
They'll leave together and find me.
They'll laugh at my useless containers,
my empty jars, and my soft belly.

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2. Letter to the Editor

​Larry I read the article.
Frankly it appalled.
It made me regret things
about which I’d been
formerly quite pleased.
It didn’t change my mind
but now as I travel back to
my days of love and the giddy
feelings that were provoked
I understand the
need for retribution.
It felt like torture at
the time but looking back
it was bliss. We kissed
in cabs and once someone
made to pummel my forehead
with her high heel shoe
for some now unrecalled slight.
Probably all of my
regrets are a wish
to be forgiven. What
the dreams of last minute
packing and no room for
the books are I’m not sure.
In short Larry, thank you
for bringing this to my
attention. I am your
friend and although not
your most trusted
nor your oldest one,
I am happy for
your affections.

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​1.

Don’t look directly
at the stars.
Look sidelong.
Don’t eat mad.
It isn’t bad manners.
It isn’t disrespect.
Chew and swallow
then see if
you are angry.
Don’t risk malabsorption.
Push the purple up
into your scalp
past the hairline
with your fingertips.
Require an explanation
better than: it’s the wind.
Teach the boys to
vote with nectar
and the girls with rocks.
Nothing is too far
from your heart
to kill you.
I don’t care how
you’re motherlike
only that you are.

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