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Sitting in a Chair Somewhere in Delaware, Response to James Wright
That bit of light after its source has gone away, the grainy skies of 5 pm. On goes the gas lit fire next to the sun room once streaming with white light, its windows now black like paintings hung. The granite counter covered in crumbs, business cards, mint wrappers, a clipping from the Style section […]
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July 2011
The Claire’s cherry charm necklace fastened beneath my swinging side ponytail, heels calloused from barefoot tag, chewed split ends, capris with grass stains and unshaved shins, pale. Somewhere in the yard I lost the red charm, we scanned the grass until the last light thinned, the afternoon’s fun cut short like thin yarn. No lost-and-found […]
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On the Street Where You Live
My favorite house on Kensington, white wood with black shutters. A picket fence but not suburban, that timeless style that never stutters. Outside is the street’s source of sweet scent, a magnolia tree three times the house’s size. Its swelling branches like a tent, I want to get married under it, leaves falling as hymns […]
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Intrusive Triolet
I’m scared of the distance between us, that maybe we met too young. To two destinations we travel farther, by car, by train, by plane, by bus, I’m scared of the distance between us. Are we fated to fade like a drugstore blush? Are we a love song singing, sang, or sung? I’m scared of […]
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Dinner With My Sister
And I tell her how I brought him there, how we sat in the green paint-chipped chairs around the warped wooden table while I wore one of Didi’s cashmere V-neck sweaters–maroon– and on the table was that same paper bag of mini blueberry muffins that Didi picked up from Dinah Lingos that morning, and the […]
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Calico Critters
Thumb-sized birthday cake on those white plastic tables borrowed from Domino’s Pizza boxes. A feline does laundry in a burgundy apron, a mother mouse nurses her baby bunny. 15 years enclosed behind the cupboard, life as it was left. Left for new homeowners of the only white house on P Street, its white light streaming […]
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Weeping Willow
Our favorite fireworks were the weeping willows, gold glitter bending like branches in the sky, white skeletons of spider trails against that blue hue reserved for 9 pm, the green that crackled as we sat lame-limbed on beach towels, their eclectic patterns swallowed by the dark. July, peak of summer’s flame, dwindled thereafter. From beer […]
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Nights Not at My Mom’s
Our pantry had an empty shelf, one with tea bags and expired Quaker Oats, Panda Puffs and organic Oreos below it, and, in rotation, Tessa’s vegan staples– chia seeds, hemp seeds, flax seeds, bird food. Camilla introduced breaded chicken on Sunday evenings and holding hands during grace. I don’t remember meals with Megan save for […]
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Eclipse
Eclipse glasses, $15, protect your eyes! Eclipse glasses, $10, don’t go blind! We swim through the swell of Union Square, a sea of tents sells challah and tulips and lavender trinkets. Like kids in an Imax 3-D theatre we place the rectangle glasses on our eyes, the lenses like film negatives. Is it happening yet? […]
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