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No way to pretend we’re not broken, no way not to see how dazzling we are.

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I imagined pearling a silk shawl of prayers generous enough to cover the whole cold world, the color of the moon.

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In the bedroom of my heart, kicking out the stinking news, opening the window to hear the river song.

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Before I press send, I edit the last sentence so the adverb doesn’t split the infinitive—not that I care for grammar, just that it feels good today to have one small thing I know how to fix.

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All these days trying to turn a stone into a song, such relief, its splash in the river

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making of myself a nest to hold your fear, I grow wings I didn’t know were here

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drinking champagne instead of afternoon tea—even the shadows get tipsy

 

 

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In the Silence, I Think

 

 

 

May my lips be the libretto you write and rewrite, the last place you sign your name

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unforecast, this thawing of the heart, a puddle now where yesterday I slipped

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A teaspoon to dig out an avalanche, doesn’t matter if it’s sterling.

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