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Not all clowns need make-up;
and some faces are covered with confetti
when Saint Augustine throws his sin
into the clapping hands of spectators.

In bright sun, we’d find a flower
and bury deep into blossom

for the umbilici:
a scar on your chest,
a hole in the stem of a feather
that drops from the sky
into the hollow of the halves
of an empty shell in the sand.

It has journeyed farther than I ever will
Its brass body has been touched
by the wealth of women who came before me.

She makes a nest, deposits her clutch of eggs
and waits for their bubbles to burst

You showed me ways of
absorbing literature
that I did not know existed.
You introduced me to poetry,
and led me home.

I think of him and smell Sea Breeze Astringent

I’m neither ocean-going nor landlocked, but set me on a lake,
an inlet of gulf or bay, I’m not so easily swamped.
If my canoe tips, what rights it?

Legless from a war waged
within a battlefield peppered
with mines in a shot glass.

I wanted oversize glasses.
I wanted a barrel chest
like Mr. Chen.