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BOOKS - AIR
KISSING ON MARS - POEMS
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She can’t
work
if the chair is there
she can’t think
if the clothes are dirty
she can’t visualize
turquoise water in Bermuda
white chickens or what can happen next
if food is sticking
to this morning’s dishes
she can’t work
if the chair is there
itchy leopard pattern
too large for the space
was an impulse buy
back when furniture was exciting
when a chair
could change her life
she can’t work
so she drags it out
from its living room corner
scrapes the hardwood floors
pushes it into the front garden
where it sinks into the soft wet dirt
freshly watered glistening with
half dead peonies
now the chair out there
a trampoline for squirrels
a home for shedding leaves |
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