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In Sickness and In Health 2
Social Distancing
When social distancing, how far: the mirage of others, ombre of their vanishing points like—and only like—a hem stained dark, dementing the spectrum with evanescent egg wash, cockleburs. ...
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Mass Quarantine as Aquarium
Before everything shut down, we took a walk through the fish, immune inside their walls. Too close, ...
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Duologue with the Pandemic
after Xavier Villaurrutia [first day ] No one home. In the sad ...
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Anthropomobscene
…quand il n’y a plus rien à retrancher. Terre des Hommes Accommodation. Once we’d learned to spell it, found a pleasant sphere for an extended stay, ...
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Spiders on the Hancock
Steady at their webs on the brilliant edge, Chicago spiders range outside the windows across the 94th floor, at every vantage their dedicated tensile silks arrayed upon the ...
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We Have Permission
We can swim here— only fish and shells to glide with, a full alternate below-world. A single language where breath and tears are invisible, muted darkness making us ...
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The First Morning of Quarantine
we are standing feet apart between thorny rose vines, some potted sapling trees. A child, unaware the rules, breathes in, chokes out, weaving too close to our knees. ...
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Slight of Hand
I’ve come for you, cushion-soft instead of being wrapped, we’re loose salt and spray / solid and shadow at once a frame brightens lime when one of us ...
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The Last Days
In the last days, we press our dirty bodies together A new kind of prayer—and I am asking you To be honest with me, I am asking for ...
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Four Poems by Charles Bernstein
Loose Lips Lift All Slips It wasn’t so long ago and then it was. Sliding till you hit false bottom, wrestling metaphor for sleep. It wasn’t so long ...
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