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February 18, 2014

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I love your week so far.

Here's my poem (mostly) following your directions:

When He Says That He Would

You take my red thread necklace
of left-over teeth, and run to the tree

by the ditch. We were practicing
conjuring “flame” – this requires

absolute silence plus the sound
of cars passing on the highway,

plus the guts of a space heater,
plus that comic book you love

with the fighting dogs. While you
watch from the branches, I shove

the ingredients together under a pile
of gray sweaters, forming a rough

triangle. I say, “I saw this once
in a cinema” – I'm not sure if you

hear me. You chuck a handful of acorns,
then pretend to watch the yellow clouds

when I look up. “Tilt”, I say, and I cover
the stain of my face with my hands.

I kneel in front of the cloth and metal
pyramid. You bump my shoulder, telling

me again about your dream of the future,
the soft astronaut of safety. Still closing

my eyes,I check my pocket – the matches are still there.
“You said you would”, you say to me.

I love "plus the guts of a space heater"! thanks so much for posting.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
                   

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