Michael Arthur
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Plugged in my radio
above vanity.
Knob had long broken off my side
of the sliding medicine cabinet
...
still a stick in the mud
no plastic chrysanthemums
just born on died on dates
...
When little,
climbing trees was easy
as can be.
My body now changed by things that grew within me
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Triangle
Unwound after a night out
place was empty
didn't polish off all my thoughts
Chilvary' dying on torn wallpaper
How I still want to go by
the old house
Dad's crabapple
Mom's magnolia
Where my cheekbones weren't so
gaunt come spring
Bedroom door full of bumper stickers
and bottom of the cereal box
rub-offs
Matchbox cars and toothpicks
gluing wings to a fuselage
made of sharks teeth
Believing the second coat
of blue could wait until tomorrow
A sandbox missing my hand
as ground seems following
a dear friend's death
Just black
Another screech gives approval to
a bare December
whose roots were buried
a century before
We needed the sun
We needed off the cuff
We needed idle brood
of evaporating breath
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