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May 5, 2018

Walter walks with his fat wife

down to the riverbank

on very warm nights.

They carry a light blanket

and lie in the grass.

This July night the moon is full.

          “Walter,” says his wife,

          “The moon has been spurned

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May 5, 2018

Walter’s lips are in continuous motion

his mouth is full of bright ideas

and his wife’s kisses.

He is working two jobs now

saving money to take his fat wife to Lagos

to dance the Nigerian Afro-beat at The Shrine.

Rain falls like a drum roll

on Walter’s umbrella.

The street—qui...

May 5, 2018

Noticing the absence of a lilac breeze

we spread our bellies over cool earth

mourn the dandelions’ death

their white ash clings against the barn

your duck takes lazy drags of slender weed

like a woman’s cigarette.

Onto our backs

I weave you a necklace of clover

while you tell...

May 5, 2018

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