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A Dimension and Its Brother

Over here the walls are backwards

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I WRITE TOO MANY POEMS LATE AT NIGHT

there aren’t many people waiting on what I have to say

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My family photo hangs in a lifeless frame.

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Photography

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When we meet again

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Any time I find myself in a Block I start trying doors.

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Years ago, when I hobbled through this world unmedicated

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Rent control and stubbornness / Kept her there for fifty-seven years

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I feel the way it must, standing in an icy Norwegian forest, limbs quivering despite having taken extra steps to avoid the chill.

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Thorn throated widow led me / to a riverside graveyard.

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Grimacing, she eyes the reddish liquid in the shot glass. “What’s this?”