The circulatory system

 

At the center of some dissolving memory, salted peanuts gleam in their plastic wrapper.

Long before the atom bomb, the roll of a golden apple.

Every old man on daytime TV glances up at me for guidance.

Perseverance, a kind of poison.

A father can startle the meaning of his hands, but not hear it.

Blood doesn't wait in line to be told what it should do, but we must take a number

at the Cumaden clinic.

A daughter need only make two black spots parallel on white paper

to see another pair of eyes are watching her.

This kind of bruising is common.

 


n e x t

 

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