Kelli Russell Agodon Poems

Sometimes I stroll through forests
just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock
into the bushes to distract the hunters. Deer
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Sometimes, I forget the sun
sinking into ocean.

Desert is only a handful of sand
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Neruda's Hat

On a day when weather stole every breeze,
Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems
tucked behind the band in his hat.
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I imagine Nice and topless beaches,
women smoking and reading novels in the sun.
I pretend I am comfortable undressing
in front of men who go home to their wives,
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As a girl, she hated the grain of anything
on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede.
Where dunes stretch into pathways, arteries appear.
Her blood pressure is temperature plus wind speed.
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I.
I wanted the macabre plant holder
hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment.
My friend said her cousin tried to kill himself
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