Crow
“D— bleeds
in the living
room.
They mew
his ghost up.
“
“D— bleeds
in the living
room.
They mew
his ghost up.
“
“D— bleeds
in the living
room.
They mew
his ghost up.
“
“D— bleeds
in the living
room.
They mew
his ghost up.
“
It is the recursive logic of irony—the doubling back, the reconsideration of supposed facts, the coincidences and paradoxes of sound and sense—that explains the appropriateness of Keith’s choice of “insomnia” as a unifying scaffold for what otherwise might appear to be over one hundred disparate pieces.
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It is the recursive logic of irony—the doubling back, the reconsideration of supposed facts, the coincidences and paradoxes of sound and sense—that explains the appropriateness of Keith’s choice of “insomnia” as a unifying scaffold for what otherwise might appear to be over one hundred disparate pieces.
My childhood closet was stuffed
with redheaded baby dolls
named for pieces of the body
that start with R—
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My childhood closet was stuffed
with redheaded baby dolls
named for pieces of the body
that start with R—
My cousin floats on her back a few feet away.
She’s the most beautiful thing—
Five years older & mean,
she used to kick me in my sleep.
We lie facedown on the concrete dock
as a hawk circles us.
My cousin floats on her back a few feet away.
She’s the most beautiful thing—
Five years older & mean,
she used to kick me in my sleep.
We lie facedown on the concrete dock
as a hawk circles us.
We were wrong. It is important to acknowledge that. Wrong, that is, to think, imperiously, that he needed fixing or saving. That is the inherent logic, though, of the multiracial adoptive family, where salvage and repair discourses abound.
We were wrong. It is important to acknowledge that. Wrong, that is, to think, imperiously, that he needed fixing or saving. That is the inherent logic, though, of the multiracial adoptive family, where salvage and repair discourses abound.