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I sit at the supper table
dressed as a zebra

until my father shoots me.
Fancy Dinner Party
I look down: fish on a plate stunned
by flame and butter, stuck in spicy dust.
A mysterious cricket-language goes on,
glad and satisfactory. But what if I cannot
An angry boy hides in the weeds, then emerges with a plastic sack
in his hands. The 18-wheeler moves slowly, enormously along
the rough road, like the years to come with nothing clean or sweet or warm.
Yellow Bowl
If light pours like water
into the kitchen where I sway
with my tired children,

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