michael pacholski Poems

I should write one more poem for April
and one more for the rain while there is still
something called rain
because it might vanish, the philosophers say,
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I had a best friend once
and a wife
with beads and blue eyes
the shine on everything
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I’m not sure why I comb my hair
the same way each time
adding two equal drops and a certain swoosh
of the palm of the hand to the side
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Dear light I thank you
fluorescent provider for me and mine
Without you I could not walk
away from the hearts of others
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I once made an apple pie from scratch
I browned the crust
added just a pinch of cinnamon
I even plucked the apples and sliced them
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The louse can live its entire life
on the curve of a cat’s tail
boring tiny burrows
for homes and suburbs in the flesh
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If everyone could cease
to see you at all
If everyone would suddenly refuse
the information of senses saying
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The heart simply does
and “does” is the best word
for what cannot be explained or plotted
in a story or a graph
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you unperson!
you unthing!
Would you simply vanish?
and would my heart cease
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I wrote my own obituary just yesterday
as a matter of fact.
It was on a whim – a trifle
of my own invention
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