Tag: intimacy
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Quiet Remittance
Quiet RemittanceI didn’t follow my father’s instructions this time.I just tucked his ashes into my inner coat pocket,where they warmed me with the good memoriesof pregame paella feasts and watching the Hurricanes,in the built over old Orange Bowl now Miami Marlins Stadium.All the anesthesiologists, the lawyers, his employees—his old crew—performed his scattering script line by…
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You
You Sometimes in my dreams I touch the body of another woman— not my mother, or my wife, not anyone I’ve known or seen. She’s a woman of first times and seasons natural and unnatural, who tells me ghost stories filled with un-lived truths that arise not from soil and sky, stories seen in a…
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I Had To Stop Writing My Poem
I had to stop writing my poem to do more important things.The washing machine buzzed—whining again for someoneto shift the wet clothesto the dryer.An hour later, midwaythrough the third stanzaof the love poem to my wife,the dryer complained— there’s a load now dry, waiting to be folded.I dug the mix out: half hers, half mine—mostly…