Dennis Nurkse Poems

I cradled my newborn daughter
and felt the heartbeat
pull me out of shock.
...

We gave our dogs a button to sniff,
or a tissue, and they bounded off
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They're happy but don't know it.
They think they're bored and hate each other.
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In that lit window in Bushwick
halfway through the hardest winter
I cut plexiglass on a table saw,
coaxing the chalked taped pane
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