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At first it's just a mist: a neural drizzle
priming the sense of summer dusk and ocean.
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After the accident when we were
safe on the shoulder and she leaned against me
gripping our son as the cruiser
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Balconies and streams
of cars on the 101
the sour milk smell
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He slides his tongue in her ear. That wet heat
cold at the tip. That shudder of another
melding with you, and you him—stippled, sweet.
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Beyond my father's distance and beyond his father's.
Back a century. My great grandfather's desk
in Cincinnati. How he must have cherished
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He stiffened a little on the treadmill
and gripped the handles while he tracked the screen.
The picture was a camera crew: their cameras
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Shot from a helicopter over Cairo
our hotel pool would be a turquoise drop.
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The shattered volumes of it: walls of blue
fluming as fast as winds. The sheer corrosive
cleanse of it: how insistently it sleeks
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Glug then sluice for vowels.
Rock ladders for consonants.
Out of the mountain it curls
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