Gregory Pardlo Poems

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1.
Epistemology of the Phone Booth

I found the scrap of City Paper
classified, the 1-900 number and photos
like candidates there, in love's voting machine.
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2.
Atlantic City Sunday Morning

Plow-piled snow shrouded
in shadow from the abbreviating sun, snow
frosted with the exhaust of tour buses. Pigeons shift in congress.
Sun glints windshields & chrome
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3.
Double Dutch

The girls turning double-dutch
bob & weave like boxers pulling
punches, shadowing each other,
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4.
For Which it Stands

For a flag! I answered facetiously. A flag of tomorrow,
fluent in fire, not just the whispers, lisps, not just the still there
of powdered wigs, dry winds. Who wants a speckled
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5.
Palling Around

He heard in curtains of sleet cleaving
from magnolia leaves encrypted Aztec
frequencies, he said. When the sun
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6.
Raisin

I dragged my twelve-year-old cousin
to see the Broadway production of A Raisin
in the Sun because the hip-hop mogul
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7.
Written by Himself

I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skillet
whispering my name. I was born to rainwater and lye;
I was born across the river where I
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8.
ZoSo

Those hammer-ons on Over the Hills made my fingers bleed.
That is, my devotion to their shapes made my fingers bleed.
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