January 2011
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Poem for Angelique
The sky fractured and split open/ there, that day/ in the tendered loin of that city/ mangled, beaten/ still standing/ I turned, amid the thrashing of your back to my face.
Your lashes batting down all you wanted to say instead. There in that moment, I loved you more, more than the before. All that was… burning clouds and hissing stars.
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Flirtation by Rita Dove
After all, there’s no need to say anything
at first. An orange, peeled and quartered, flares
like a tulip on a wedgewood plate Anything can happen.
Outside the sun has rolled up her rugs
and night strewn salt across the sky. My heart
is humming a tune I haven’t heard in years!
Quiet’s cool flesh— let’s sniff and eat it.
There are ways to make of the moment
a topiary so the...
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