On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across the
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After school my brother slinks
into the blue shade of the pines.
Every year it seems, he
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I wedge myself between the Hondas,
Giving up my place to him,
Moving slowly and with help.
Pant
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you say
"rabbit rabbit"—
it's the first day
of the month I was born in,
and I kiss you
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your macbook open on untreated pine
coffee brimming with a milky fern
cashmere sweater hugging
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The seashells near the ocean
where I grew up are storytellers.
Every morning, feet burning
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This dictionary defines "rooihout"
as a South African tree on page 2624;
"aasvogel," a
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It begins in the back
garden. ripping up weeds
against resistance
like being 8 years old
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The intricate sounds of Orozco's Guitarra and
the beep, beep, from passing automobiles fill
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Holy is the thingon its slow dance across the night,all chalk-faced and beaming,filling the ... [+]
A silky warm scent coats the air.
Soft layered rose tutus push
their blush pale skirts
to float
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Here we go tra-la-la
Fixing the house, hammer in hand
The soles of our feet stained to match
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I went to Philadelphia to see the house that I grew up in.
It's being demolished to make room
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