Matthew Zapruder Poems

the orange ball arcs perfectly into the orange hoop
making a sound like a drawer closing
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yesterday at the Oakland zoo
I was walking alone for a moment
past the enclosure holding the sun bear
also known as beruang madu
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Even though
every morning
I remember
I'm so glad
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In Milwaukee it is snowing
on the golden statue
of the 1970s television star
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Oh this Diet Coke is really good,
though come to think of it it tastes
like nothing plus the idea of chocolate,
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Today in El Paso all the planes are asleep on the runway. The world
is in a delay. All the political consultants drinking whiskey keep
their heads down, lifting them only to look at the beautiful scarred
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I hate the phrase "inner life." My attic hurts,
and I'd like to quit the committee
for naming tornadoes. Do you remember
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these days
sometimes you sleep
in a purple t-shirt
that says Massachusetts
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strange coin I would call bronze
on what feels like earth's last morning
I stand in the kitchen just holding
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I like the word pocket. It sounds a little safely
dangerous. Like knowing you once
bought a headlamp in case the lights go out
in a catastrophe. You will put it on your head
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