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  • We All Make Mistakes

    January 5th, 2023

    Dearest Neighbor, I did, indeed, see you
    back into your garbage cans.

    As Caravaggio saw Narcissus, or as my
    parents saw me minor in poetry.

  • I, Too, Am Richly Stained

    October 3rd, 2022

    when in a moment
    of inattention your
    most precious and richly
    stained coffee mug falls shattered
    to the floor it knows only
    that it is broken
    and cannot cry
    but desperately
    wishes it could

  • Priorities

    September 20th, 2022

    I gave my dog a carrot.
    She nosed it into the
    ground, into the grass
    and walked away, having
    reached the end of some
    dog-algorithm that tells
    her a carrot is worth
    saving, grass for safe-
    keeping, and that I will
    always wait to watch,
    with two hands and a
    face she’s allowed to lick.

  • Discerning Tapas

    July 7th, 2022

    Not every thought needs
    to be expressed. Certainly

    not shouted, as though lovers
    divided by a widening chasm of

    flame instead of a cooling dish of
    patatas bravas that you found too spicy.

  • Multitasking

    January 22nd, 2022

    I vowed to write this poem before
    allowing myself a nap in the middle

    seat squozen between my wife and
    an inattentive father seated just

    behind his daughter who may as well
    have been left at Disneyworld where

    princesses stand guard behind topiaries
    and garbage cans and other princesses

    to emerge in case of indifference
    to curtsy and wave and wink

    at this little girl peeking between
    the seats to make damn sure she

    is seen and known and loved which
    is usually my job but

    I had a poem to write, and a nap to take.

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