Cherry Cola XVI
I remember the forgotten rooms:
the crawl spaces,
chambers for squirrel bones, baby hair
and broken Christmas
the loom under the stairs still
clinging to its half-
placemat, the stormtrooper whose tooth
marks told the story of a
It’s the house that we live in now
that gets fuzzy.
I knew where to untie my shoes,
where to hide the
of French women smoking long cigarettes
in imaginary places.
their labored breathing leads me
to my sister’s
where she says she needs nothing
as her television says
Cherry Cola LXVIII
If I long for anything, I long
for holes in fences, an
framed where the knot rotted away.
All circles, interchangeable,
of themselves as eyes anyway.
I say these
as if words are circles that I
can peep through.
are at once the worst
and best kept
They think of themselves as yesterday
while arriving tomorrow
Sister hears the trailers that unfold
into wonders, hears the
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Sister likes to shop for bread and socks,
puzzle books and irregular
Each flaw has its beauty.
We all fall
as we’d practiced years ago with rosies
in the front yard.
neither a plague song nor a bowing
to a pagan queen.
a mishearing, a mistake, a rehearsal
for our shopping trip
by younger bodies.
We steady ourselves near the shelves
of Diet Pepsi.
wonder why our feet are on fire.
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The inside is empty, and the outside
pretends that it
by raising peacocks, staging funerals,
catching landslides on
There is too much paper.
There are so many
Appliances still arrive in giant
shines like a sailor’s button,
calms the minds of
I hear a hungry mouse gnaw the walls
and pretend that it’s
new favorite song.