Michael Arthur

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Our sandbox
growing up had holes
in the bed of it
Pale as an hourglass
...

Once I think

One shoe
Outgrowing
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Black Shiner

Frozen confessional
never mending last meal
...

There isn’t an end
written down
Don’t you understand
white spaces
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I'll leave
as I am bound
to leave I reckon
as she reckoned
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Above the Garage
guilt spilled black licorice
unto a glass floor god awfully kissed.
The attic hadn't kept
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The cage
does it not abandon
us nor ribbons
unclothe limbs
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Dead-ended snowflakes
unfolding off the dashboard
barefooted as if an old attic ladder had
strangle held rungs smothered in a glovebox
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Graveyard Shift

Think me morbid
If you'd rather
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angel hair lassos
breathe unto a glass door
of another misshapen heart
tangled up
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13.

Mother tripped over wildflowers
one April
when she got the courage
to go out of the house
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Handprint
on a dirty old window.
Sky closed on this morning,
and I fought off
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15.

I'll never sell one teardrop short
its own weight.
Oh how birdsongs were
drowning out eighteen wheelers
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Buried

Our sandbox
growing up had holes
in the bed of it
Pale as an hourglass
penumbra of a half-brick
half-aluminum two-story house
Rusted down
sifting rapture through our fist
crying out clouds
of our inheritance

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