A bedtime story about Bluebeard
all the wives on meat hooks
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All night I dreamed of coyotes.
The cat went missing before bed
and I slept fretful for her delicate bones
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Some people wake up
and cannot remember
their own names. They forget
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What's the difference
between this stuff and sand?
Here, the collector said and handed
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Because it is Sunday
and because I had to go
when I was a child and because
I sold my soul to God
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My children stopped eating
when we moved to this country.
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At dinner I lean in close.
I say: The ventriloquist's heart has eight chambers.
His blood lurches from one to the other. I am trying
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Bird perches in the strings of flesh
and sings of the dead.
What we all do.
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If we had one, I said, we could grow lettuce and peas
pumpkins and greens. In the winter we'd have beets,
green garlic and parsnips for soup. I'd get a few chickens
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Baby, since we moved here, a jungle
has grown up the topography of my ankles—
wee sylvan leaves, tiny blooms of pink,
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