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After all, a man only wears one watch.

My sister warns me to watch the Barbie
influence on my daughter.

She gently stepped over each corn row, early Spring, decay somewhere below, vines like curls on a humid day. Nothing ever flickered, reflecting the dry-south sun; the shiny things were not of the ground, but instead, her mind....

Hieronymus Bosch
What kind of Catholic are you?
Hands severed from bodies
How can one pray?

If we didn’t need money we wouldn’t have to work
at all, she says, as if capitalism is my fault,

He made himself
a spring wind
to blow with dry rain
across what once was fertile—

These legs seem right for running,
a brief escape through late summer.

You cross out the score to rework the numbers, while crumbs of muffins spread into a breakfast paste on fingers.

there in the garden the irresolute footprints
of crafty fox.
Didn’t I see you there,
your tail newly let down?

she methodically scours sticky plates
relics of a hardy meal on meager pension
my tulip Easter dress designed
without a Butterick pattern lays over low stool
Gram lives in two worlds

The electricity went out—
winter dusk sat in line,
but I still lit a candle for effect.