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For Nicolas de Lenfent

Divorced from sweetness 

I’ve let live 

My human violinist 

I drink blood in our naive flat 

And stalk our wholesome band of 

Merry queers 

It occurs to me that,

Bathed in digital twinkles,

They may not recognize my

Night-changed face 

When I finally open the doors and smell 

The trail of the feed

There is nothing to do but cry: 

I have never looked more beautiful!

I am sorry!

I have widowed the sun!

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Lemon

There was once a lemon on my kitchen counter 

It was Spring too, I was told 

It was all Spring for a while and patient

Like mom and breakfast 

There was once a lemon on my kitchen counter, and the sun

But sometimes I’d put a blanket over my head by the pool and watch

murder mysteries and hope no one would ask me any questions

I didn’t want to take it all in 

Just smelling it was enough 

The chlorine mixed in

With the sounds of someone’s child 

Maybe someday

But Fall always came with me

There was once a lemon on my kitchen counter 

I think I say to myself 

Throw out the stuff still in the basket and make a cocktail

Scary and spicy

The cold breeze 

I’ll be in your life

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It's Neat!

Lots of thin 

Strands curling 

Create the steam and keep me at bay 

I want to wear the uniform again. 

Smell like chemicals that actually work 

Maybe change my dream

Give Jenna a run for her money 

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Human Fly

You mythologized your own 

Spotless bedroom with the pinstripes of

Her hair 

In the pillows and on the little cat 

I was comfortable to be

Always having fun, in the words of James

And that was the problem 

Bespectacled, white tee shirted, dark denim and brown eyed 

Always looking for the Her that Lady Gaga sings about

Not I, said the fly 

I flew in with a big raucous splash

And left with sandy, flaky wings

You 

Petite, blush, glassy 

I will forget all of this 

If you want me to

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Sleep Demon

In dreams he knows me now

Whispering the names of all of my

Today friends that he enjoys

We do not kiss with lips

Amoeba-like, I hover over him

Clear, gray and warm

I am a weighted birthday balloon

It is an embrace

Hypothermia’s warmth

Yes, sleep, he insists

I know you, even now

And someone inside believes it

Embracing the cognitive dissonance

I think I remember his voice as I bob and float

This time it is nicer

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Wonderland Pier

I’m looking for a blanket in the shivering afternoon

Something to stoke the stale coals

Instead, I unplug the corks from the bottom of

my boat for a minute just to remember the

feeling of falling

Full of cold sexy pirate water

Chlorinated like Disneyworld

There are slides at night where you wait at the

top with a potato sack and I go

Alone in my own sack onto a sea foam mat

The sun is going down over the boardwalk and

I didn’t bring a jacket