Abstractions of the self (best read on desktop). After Wallace Stevens, Robert Hayden, and others. For all who call me by my names.
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Five Poems
At Highland Park.
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1.
I ask for an iced tea
and she fills a glass
with ten (eight?) ounces
of water the color
of a seedy pomegranate's
bloody flesh, pours
it all over eight (ten?)
cubes of glassy ice.
"Here you go," she says
as her eyes meet mine
for just long enough
to give pause: but I
was already here.