LISTEN BY AIDA BODE
I remember
when I heard
the first heartbeat.
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I remember
when I heard
the first heartbeat.
i told my children a mask or two is flesh enough to keep your bones out of the fire and i love all of the people you will try and fail to be
Read MoreYour beauty is like a lethal asp
Poisoning the many pretenders
– Vivienne, Claudette, Liz or Sophia –
Incarnations of you
Stout and broad
as not any other apple tree I have ever seen,
growing at the edge of farmland and meadow
somewhere brown cows bow to no one
while a mourner idly adjusts her veil.
A groundhog emerges from its burrow
free of prediction.
The culture wants to put me in a narrow box,
Speak proper and right grrl,
Speak proper and right grrl
Serena was bored and found herself following the fringe of hair on Norwood’s chin and wondering what sort of teenager he must have been.
Read Morelittle boy excuses addiction
to the edge of the
harbor buckling his knees
under the cold
and he whispers to the tide
And here rests, pillows, a rosary, a hanky,
A covering cloth, a book that reads “Bangkok”
Why do I avoid a soaking
to the skin in the summer, in this warm, sensual torrent?
the mass evacuation
of them startled me into an astonish-
ment, as I quietly stared into
the darkness of the grass
