we insist on being

we insist on being
uncool, so that it’s always
a surprise, like when
the electronic claw comes
down and pulls us out of so
much plush and stuffed
doubt, even on the first try
.
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this is the what if

this is the what if
we starve
fancy raisin
bread, coupled with the
in case we get bored dried
apricots, with one oops,
i knew i would forget
something
bottle of water
between us, and some
squares of use it sparingly for
when we really need to
use it
paper towels –
we are in the middle of
a day trip out of the
city, somewhere along
a wooded trail – maybe
we should have
printed out a map. i’ve
always wanted a cell phone
charger that plugs straight
into the earth. where should
we stop for lunch? let’s
aim for the 4:24 or 4:55
back to Grand Central.
we can have books and
hot chocolate for dinner

.
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this is a riding-

this is a riding-
through-the-woods
bike, built using the
motor-and-
snowmobile money,
replacing the swapped-
for-a-guitar, riding-
through-the-woods
bike
i imagine
you saying this
all in one-and-a-
half breaths, or
finishing a little
out of breath. but
instead, you say
no other bike is the
same – it’s mint

.
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y

i love you more

i love you more
than the chicken noodle
soup you made from
scratch last night when
i insisted on soup,
more than the carbon
monoxide alarm you
bought when you accepted
we could be dying, more
than all the kisses at
the threshold of departures
and arrivals, more than
b-flat minor, fingers
in a good book, toes
cooling in the washington
square park fountain,
i love you more than
writing about you when
you are asleep, yes,
still more
.
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y

and so it is, i

and so it is, i
am once again
over- and under-
thinking things like
you without a primer,
over- and under-
sensing the range for
exploration, the
extent to which
we can still
fumble,
over- and under-
flexing the muscle
that gets me most
in trouble
.
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with the three-hundred-

with the three-hundred-
sixty degree perspective
of a dragonfly,

i see you coming, a perfect
mosaic, unfocused, flickering
.
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in the beginning was

in the beginning was
the word, and the word
was stella, rapping so
gently at my
window with her icy
knuckles this morning –
despite forecasts
and city shutdowns
and a state of emergency
declaration and thousands
of plows deployed
across the boroughs,
and lining up outside
grocery stores under
a cool blue sky –
despite everything, still
leaning on her southern
charm, like a new art form
.
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