Teleporting Typewriter

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Wetlands

The only thing I feelis what I tasteshe says while ridingin the backseatof the rusted vanI borrowed froma friend. She passes mea CD and a cigaretteand like the novicethat I amit isn’t naturalfor me to smoke and drive. The window brokesome weekends back,so now was always down,and the pressurepulls the clouds awaybut leaves us allthe stimulating pain. When I picked her upshe said my eyeswere…

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Outlaws

We were outlaw childrenstealing DVDs and chocolatetagging streetlightsin the midst of every getaway.The long dayscould not betray usankle deep in streamsthat cut the highwaysinto pieces. Unplugged electricguitars gather dustin cellars at all cornersof the neighborhood,until found in yellowlight those rainy nights.We pick them up and play. No more waiting in the shadowsof these warehouses for…

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Mark

I see pieces of the worldbreak off like shattered ice.City clocks on the foreheadsof storefronts showthe different timesthis downtown finally died.The lights only turn on at nightmetal scrapes metalwhile the people sleepprotected by the noisespit by the radio.The trailer park is up in armsabout their dirt roadturned to mud and no one listensbecause nobody is paid to.Parties form around burning…

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Wake

No more streetsfull of angry neighborsshaking all the trees,the water runs clear.The Ferris wheelbends in the windwith no one ridingbut the lights stay onall summer long.Couples hold handson rocky beachesfinding placesfor their blankets.The line cookswalk to their carsafter closingnumb to their fresh burns,and buzzing fromcold soda mixedwith nicotine.High school endsfor another…

Wake

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Kairos

Automatic gates you needthe numbers for beforeyou even knock on any doorsrun their chains along the gear. Night chills statuesin the city parkwhere stray dogsdig and fightfor what they find. Airplane wings bankoverhead and dropthe drunkards downback into whatthey tried to leave behind. Girls levitate overdiagonal crosswalksto different barsdrinking anything sweetto dance to anything…

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Run

She drops a match ontothe pile and then anotherwhen it doesn’t catch.Brown leaves and dry sticksfrom the sycamoresall rearranging themselvesto better grab the light. This land hometo the last wild horseson the continentand after three days timewe still have yetto find them. She sits on our hillsideeyes glued to the horizonand the empty plain.We wait right wherethe forest endsand opens upwith so…

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Overshot

Two friends walk through the heatout to the drug storeas just a way to say they went somewhere,and carry home plastic bagspale as flaking bone. Construction crowds the off-ramporange cones stand straightlike garden gnomeswhere nothing grows. A man with foggy eyeswaits for checksto arrive in his rustedawning shadeand sharpensdead branchesinto slingshots. Miles from the airportby a field of…

Overshot

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Reach

Feedback in the speakersand I cannot chill outfor anything.The whole crowd of kidspush an old man aroundand scream abouthow nobody belongs hereanymore. Nothing but saltin the foodand the water leavesa crust on every cup.I cannot recall my neighbors name,there is no path cutfrom this villagebetween the two hillslooming over it.We’ve lost our wishing well,it seems this time, for good. The…

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The Summer Ends Early

Blurred out picturesof house firesoccupy the plastic framesin the greeting card shop,where pins are pushed deepinto cork boardshanging on wallswith no windows. The girl sat for a tattooof the word goddesson the back of her neckand cut her hairjust short enoughto show it. The sun setslike crushing a clementinebehind the distant scattered stormsand I can watch it allwithout having to blink. It…

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Granted

Three rabbits practice runningfrom nothing at golden hourbetween warehouses and train tracksbarely listening. A crane stands in the shallowsandy tide looking for fishtaking the horizon for grantedthe same way I do this graytuna in its bloody can. A figure in the distancevanishes into their pastafter making late night dealswith owls on the windowsill,trading ground turkeyfor a chance to usetheir…

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Heart Enough

I saw a woman drawnwith negative spaceon the red bathroom stallscraped into the metalwith black pen. She levitated there all torsono face or limbs or clothes,but a squiggle of darkat the nadir of her crotchand some carefully cut shadowsplaced with careat the curves of her waist. I sat there as a childand did not understandwhat my eyes soaked inbut I studied closethe breasts that seemedso heavy…

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Vantage

We cannot see the airplanes,but we hear thembehind the gray skygetting as far awayas fast as theypossibly can. A human eye danglesdown by just a tangleof blue and red veins,pupil still expandingand contracting. A man wearinga trash bag as a ponchostabs a knotholeon a crooked treewith the handleof a hockey stick. A girl stands tallerthan her manwearing herheavy boots,her only jewelrya silver…

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Burnout

Bushes shake along the roadand the silver starsseep light into this summer night.My car runs loud and its bodysuffers streaks of dark rust,dark like red clay in the splithills of Tennessee. A party flickersin the distant meadowand I am carrying suppliesin every corner of my ride.The fire stoked risesalmost as high as the cabin roof. The drinks pourlike shaky laughter.Someone takes a hatchetto a…

Burnout

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Tension

Five cables hold the power lineto the ground by the soccer fieldand swing set by the Protestant church.Still the pole bends like the flexingwood of a bow drawn backto the cheek of a hunter,but there is no need forunsightly acts like thatout here. Cardinals scavenge the mudand twigs for almost anythingand feed it to their younghidden away in all thisdistinguished vernal greenery.Some kid drives…

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Canine

Coyotes leave tracksin the wet grass betweenwarehouses and water towers.They stay far enough outfor the most part nobodybothers them. They do not care aboutthe city lights beyondremaining out of them.They chase downraccoons and rabbitsor anything small enoughto tear apart themselves. Sometimes they’ll get luckyand find a dead deeror runaway dogin a storm drainat the edge of the industrial…

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Kronos

Two old men rollin the gray mudwrestling overpossessionof an hourglass. A grasshoppereats a grain of ryebalanced onthe same mountas the scarecrow. An old truck’sfront end explodesjust as the driveracceleratesover the crestof a hill. The familyin the nearby housedoesn’t race to helpbut watches,from their placeon the porch,the whole thing burn. The distant boommakes the bald old manturn his…

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Worthy

The last time I rememberrowing a boat I was twelvein a canoe with my brotherand we drifted undera bridge wheretwo figures stoodmaking conversationin the shade. The river was brownlike dog fur or clayand the fish spawningout of it were greenlike apple flavored candy. We worked the oarssmoothly throughthe water, the treeson both banks woretheir leaves like veilsand their branches saggedlike loose…