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One Wheel
What I Could Hear
Winter Story
Sick with the Sun

Poems
What to Say
Home
Jealousy
Wake
Hiking a Mountain...
North for Winter
When I love you...
Induction
Poem
Dusk
Seven Hours
The Morning After
Learning to Drive
Place of White Plains
Green on Blue...
The First Time...
How I Am
For hours...
Enter June dusk...
Inside

Jealousy

If I knew anything inside
the first minute of your breath
behind the backs of your teeth where
you lie to yourself in the undercarriage of night,
I might swallow the ash of your darkening lovers.
You hold yourself in wait for that morning
when the rise of the sun will bleach your name
from your body. In the paler lights,
it’s you who shines yellow as
It must get better than this
escapes to curdle in the stomach
of our voices. I see
I sleep next to a divot in the fields
of blackness—my eyes
break even as you find my shoulder with your tears
and comfort yourself as your might
in the arms of a god who listens to prayers
but has no reply.


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