Sta.sh
He went up the mountains, slept there
and went back down.
Thinking of twilight, an apple clutched
between both hands.
The flash of a camera, home in a taxi.
Conversations heard from the second floor.
A man hospitalized for firework burns
dreams of Hiroshima.
The crunch of an apple, a tongue licking its juice
from the corners of a mouth.
Explosions for New Year's, quiet dinner
for Christmas.
The woman upstairs undresses herself.
The wind pummels a face, the horizon,
thoughts of dragons circa 2010.
Inflammed arms dipped in ice.
The shore is cold. Salted water
on a man's face.
Depression is a symptom. People don't
trust her, half-native, half-American.
This year's horoscope: be cautious, wear the active
fortune of blue, luck with money.
Vomit in three bowls, instant ramen
in a cup. Someone climbs a pine tree
then falls.
Discontinued mug rises in price.
Spanish curses at children. Stewed dog.
New Mexico, United States. Canada
and Australia. Stockings on a tree
somewhere Europe. The first since 1987.
Seattle needs coffee.
Fog in the hills, snow at the summit,
nuclear bomb near the well.
Ball of cheese in red wax. Malaysia
doesn't trust them. A mug designed as
a fox.
A boy sandwiched between two mattresses,
sweating on a sofa, sleeping in the backseat
of a car. Apple juice drying on sore lips.
A child reports her mother for abuse.
A dog howls. A window is stuck.
He's kissing the tar on the wrong side
of the road.
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trust her, half-native, half-American.
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