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THE
ARBITRAGE
Equinox
Into chairs a visionary inability
aligning shoulders hips
everything
is special repeats
represents or counts
them on her hands
and knees their word
deer
for dinner or pullet
instead skyblue
size of his thumb but
not
from there fingers
can’t
touch still guides
the guide.
Muffler
Take what you want
from desire and turn
over this fits
my system the doting
smells
of cabinets somehow
my hair’s
held back mercury to
bulb we roll
with it this is all
the daylight all
the spoons in your
mouth
all new all suffered
your hands feel
like ice.
Vertigo
That step was affected not on top
of images pictures of
pictures
of not filibuster
the divorce with
meaning
bring us some
sandwiches it’s raining
this time it’s a
euphemism
for keel the queen anne etc
only has three legs you
hide
it well.
Moderate
They get tired
of the ocean when
they get tired
of the ocean and the
fact
they juggle horseshoes
they do it
bareback they build
a barn burn
sometimes
they dream of whaling
they whale
and whale and whale.
Sesame
Three dogs buried but still
the brown carpet she
laughs
her ass off white
bellied like dinner coyote
at the door these are
just
things call it
local flavor call
and call it
won’t come.
LOW-LYING
Favor some mothers with darkened cars like
berries
Turn late, press hard or pull off a darker
curb
Than molding, a row of busted
Headlights tell no tales, hay or bunting to
place
Some body to the weekend
Some mother’s loveseats set back to spine
Some unlit automobiles lining the unnerved
Interstate are crystallized deposits
Inside like limbs and weeds some contradict
When it rains
And rubs in you some bald spot to love
No caravan, procession, some mother’s
Parade is gone in the pantry
Some sibling never learned how, is gone in
the utility
Room to butcher, will taste like mold
And some mothers couldn’t harm a drowned
Bucket, some mothers walk
Right in you keep treading
Into the weekend, back the weakened
To back the darkened head anticipates
Following, a backwards tangle and
Some headlight, mothers caught in the
Folding, the dark linens you might leave
For anytime, a blooming bunch
Some might call
Cluster or nervous mothers leave hanging
To the trees, your way of burning all
Night, to let you out
Of raising
Some several hands
above there.