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These poems
they are things that I do
in the dark
reaching for you
whoever you are
and
are you ready?
These words
they are stones in the water
running away
I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me
suppose it was not here in the city but down on the beach/ I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name
or far into the woods and I wanted to go My name is my own my own my own
and I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this
there by myself thinking about God/or thinking but I can tell you that from now on my resistance
about children or thinking about the world/all of it my simple and daily and nightly self-determination
may very well cost you your life.
disclosed by the stars and the silence:
I could not go and I could not think and I could not
stay there
alone Your Logo or Name Here 8
as I need to be
But now I do
retrieve an afternoon of apricots
POEM FOR HARUKO and water interspersed with cigarettes
I never thought I’d keep a record of my pain and sand and rocks
we walked across:
or happiness
How easily you held my hand
like candles lighting the entire soft lace beside the low tide