He prayed to Christ;
he prayed to Krishna;
he even wished upon a star.
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So much is about beds.
My father’s sickbed
became his deathbed.
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I thought you were a ghost
when I first saw you hovering there,
ethereal and vaporous.
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Thursday:
They sit
on a single bed.
Purloined kisses.
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My mother bought her own wedding ring.
My father was too young to make much money
(it was the custom to marry young
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I sat down on the rim
of the canyon,
and bawled then bellowed that that
promise, that that
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I’ve been known to strip a horse
of hide and hair and all;
I take what I want with no remorse
though I am weak and very small.
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Such is the case:
The first flowers of autumn,
the last of summer,
are asters, golden rod, and queen anne’s lace.
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Bai gkaprow.
Its Thai name is difficult to pronounce,
the way something sacred should be.
Like most herbs,
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