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G REE N G LASS
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LONG ROAD CAR
Crossing and crossing the Truckee
I unravel
Am woven backSan Francisco Bay to Neosho
Where my heart curls unfinished
On the long road
Some mountains are impatient some
Creeks unhurried
Stripers arranging
Songs coded in gill and
Fin
Fan meltwater to prayer
Something they can dance to
In the car
Cheek pressed to glass the Wasatch
Hum stories of great blue heron
Mumble water to salt
Count time by birds
In my grandmothers voice
Some will think of this as metaphor
Others recognize a feather when they see it
At night
With all of the bird thoughts
Caught in my hair
Like highway reflectors
We can stay between the lines
Can read history by this light
Road spirits pulling us
Towards the ache that might be healing
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SUNFLOWERS
Ki m Sh u ck 3
HERO
4
Feet firm you do not conform
Sad for the moment you do not conform
Tomorrow can be anything else tonight is not yet an
Emergency
Ki m Sh u ck 5
ONE FEATHER DROPPING WISE
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RATTLE
Ki m Sh u ck 7
THE RAIN IS COMING
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FFFFFFFF
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from
ON WAL
KIN G & W RIT I N G
9
you are walking a dirt path in a regional park in
northern California. Yes, walking for recreation, you!
Six years since moving to the Bay Area, the prodigal
daughters return to the West Coast, a little dismayed
not to be folded into your California friends lives the
way you were during visits, but even more dismayed to
receive invitations from potential replacement friends
to get together for a walk.
A walk?
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be considered a party.
Fa i t h Adi e le 11
next to the rushing mountain stream. It was difficult,
not to mention boring, and you learned to wear a veil
over your head to stop from inadvertently breathing in
gnats and committing Buddhist murder. Your favorite
moment was when the nuns gathered at the morning
bell and processed to the daily meal, you, the lowest
in rank and last in line, trying to ignore your unruly
breasts, focusing instead on your ragged breath and
the green breathing of the forest around you and the
muffled beauty of the foot of the nun before you: the
strong, golden arch as the foot rose, the pristine white
cloth pooling on stone as the foot dropped.
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Youre torn between an adult-childs terror that your
only immediate family member on this continent will
fall and then require hip replacement surgery and then
develop bedsores and then contract pneumonia and
die (isnt that the progression?), and a still-adolescent
impatience that when you walk together, she trails
behind, as if you were the head nun, the two of you
unable to walk abreast like equals. Your mother suffers
from arthritis, exacerbated by her weight, and takes
tiny, mincing steps like a courtly Chinese woman with
bound feet, but if you slow down for her, she slows
even more, so youre still ahead but going nowhere.
Fa i t h Adi e le 13
scheme will bear fruit and today he will start paying
the bills that are starting to weigh on your body, like
the extra you that is pooling and settling as you heal
less quickly from your car being rear-ended last spring,
more than a year ago, from the breast biopsy this fall
that led to three infections, from the winter virus that
in two months has downgraded from feeling like a
toddler standing on your chest, to an infant balancing
on soft feet, as puffy as your own. You awake, hand to
throat, gasping for breath, while he awakes, sunny and
full of belief in today, completely unencumbered by
the 1,295 days before today, this moment.
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BBBBBBB
B BBBB BB
BB BB
BB BB
B FAILURE
Being straight.
Killing myself.
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anonymous for a reason, right?
Forgiving myself.
Pushing myself.
Meditation. Guitar.
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Making sense of why Im here.
Piano. Jogging.
Growing up.
Ba ru ch P orras- He rnande z 17
CCCCCCCCC
CCC
AT THE MOTEL
B E HIN D DE N N Y S
1.
Invite me in
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The water comes
My cue
Let me clean
Your tired soles
In room 7B:
Hail Mary
2.
Once a ghost
A soft half-opened mouth
Her cold finger, snug beneath
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Under running water he said:
Hail Mary
3.
I have forgiven
I have been forgiven
And repeat:
Hail Mary
Ch ri st i ne No 21
SAINTHOOD
I.
Tungsten Haloed
Hallelujah
II.
Found him
In the Costco lot
No sign of dog -
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III.
On warehouse floors,
Fervent Magdalena at my lovers feet
Washed, Perfumed,
Tongued a benediction, finally solve solve solve
Unfurled dervish
Boys and girls, neon
Angels here
Ch ri st i ne No 23
IV.
A Nameless Saint
Ascends a staircase
A body descends
Come morning
Plead Sanctuary
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ARIEL
Smoothed, belly-wide
Mouth to tail
Eyes blinking
Fish belly up, wrinkle free how
Obscene this must all seem, my naked
My stubborn lack of transparency
Ch ri st i ne No 25
I told you I remember nothing
Admire my craftsmanship
I see you
See right through
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MY RED NAME
(for my mother)
Sunrise Bone
Buried Adorned
Prayed Rubied
Ch ri st i ne No 27
String My Red
Name
Aubergine
Globule As They:
Finally
Dinner, Daughter
My Red Name Father, Viscous
Enrages Mother, Master
My mother
Soon, Sun
My Red Name
Refuses Soon, Gone
My Father
Soon
My Red Name
Burns
Avert
My Red Name
Sees
Hunts
Jaw
Dangling
Devoured
Men
Prayed pink
Earned
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END OF LEASE
Spring is here. And I was born two days ago. For the first
time
felt reason to unfurl. Imagine that: my body a
celebration.
Hasty: an acceptance
The days grow long.And I was born two days ago; lighter
practically afloat. Winter shed. Watershed.
What for?
Ch ri st i ne No 29
NEW YEARS DAY
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
Emily Dickinson
Mournings rules:
Love & minor chords
Sound either/or
Come over
Bring cigarettes
Sing to me / we are allowed our distractions
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This world feels
Nothing meant
Understood / Believed
Ch ri st i ne No 31
JJJJJJJ
JJJJ J
A N TI D E P R ESS A N TS
33
Maybe to be born away from your homeland
is to carry a sense of loss youll be struggling
to understand your whole life. How many different
types there are to be born into.
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I question what kind of person Ive become in this
world.
How much Im willing to accept because I dont
think
well ever be able to win. But everything outside the
window
is louder than it was the day before. And has grown
louder, since.
Jason Bayani 35
GREATER JOY
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and remains, still? Where does this go?
Jason Bayani 37
KEIN/MUENCHEN
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I didnt tell her, the person I wrote it for didnt think
so either. I would have tried to make it sound like a
joke. She wasnt getting my jokes. Instead she wrote
one of my other lines on the wall: What else would it
mean to be human if not a lost thing. I could have fell
for her but I didnt. Maybe when we say love, we mean
a safe place to fall apart.
Jason Bayani 39
the parts of me I am losing. How none of it makes me
stronger, just different. I wonder if Ill ever be myself
again. And if not, why would that be such a bad thing.
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P E R I O D I C FI TS
whatevs I said
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Restless is what it says about us.
Tonight on stage
I will spill secrets down my shirt,
purple like wine
I will kiss and tell.
I will call it poetry.
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They never stop, it says
reading, thinking, talking,
they never stop.
Cassandra Da lle t t 43
WATCHING FAST BLACK
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the mystery behind dark eyes.
Women like me want to be owned by it
feel safer with someone who isnt afraid of us,
someone who gets our soft spots and that exteriors
are just that.
There are words and then there are hands
and sometimes its all too much.
Cassandra Da lle t t 45
LONELY AND LOVELY
ARE ALMOST SPELLED THE SAME
Im lonely
and I want to eat Xanax
and cereal
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Never overdosed
but wanted out
many times
Never cut
having too many scars
already
His desperation
was rubbing on me, giving me
indigestion
Cassandra Da lle t t 47
How it feels to really like someone
and how these months I relearned what its like
to like no one
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where I once
paged
There is moon
and there is me
and
I did not die.
Cassandra Da lle t t 49
WHEN THE GUNS CLAP
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wearing slippers from Chinatown
to see Bruce Lee.
Its not the inevitable gentrification we are running
from,
the Salt n Peppa on insurance commercials
Its insanity madness creeping up the back of our
necks.
The Big Take Over yeah
our Bad Brains overwhelmed with anger just wanting
love
but they dont write those songs no mo.
I swear if one more sweetheart-of-a-brotha tells me
how exhausted his cheeks are
from smiling at white people
so they wont think hes so scary.
Once you know certain things
you cant put them back in the closet
of your white mind.
I just cant do this thing
but I thought it would be less racist
to at least try dating a white guy
less objectifying but so much more fake.
I cant protect yo neck from the sidelines
all I can do is cheer. Im listening
and smiling so hard my cheeks hurt with you.
I tell you fuck em if theyre scared.
But Im not the one getting hauled off to the joint.
I heard Angelas warnings.
Whatever I say in court no matter how crazy
will still sound more innocent than you.
And I cant explain this to one white boy
Cassandra Da lle t t 51
busy playing victim in the post racial beat down.
Having a black president
sure has brought the Klan out of the woodpile
or was it just the internet
that gave them all the balls.
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60S AGAIN
and Im born.
All that Public Enemy-
I was raised on, Paris, and KRS,
finding revolution between lines in Short and 40.
I watched the whole movie last night with no joy.
Recognized the OG, dated a hundred of him-
cold blooded to everyone but his Moms.
It was too late for her-
room crowded with meds, mismatched afghans,
dirty walled Victorian.
We all bitches-n-hoes till death bed.
I can sing you all the lyrics-
all the shit dudes rapped they never would-
do for us.
pussy-money-weed prayer.
Isnt it all strip-club-church
Chris Rock blamed the misogyny on crack.
He wasnt all the way wrong-
so, we back it up, flip it, rub it down
our asses so full of love and anger-
we fuck with a vengeance.
Search the tender part, near iris.
Pillow talk dumb shit
you search for a nugget to love.
Cassandra Da lle t t 53
I loved a thug once,
because he was the only person I ever knew
who spoke in metaphor.
Sometimes you got to ask yourself,
is this dick worth this conversation?
Young MA wonders why the whole world
wants to see her strap
and you think about it,
while he fucks you.
Youre never present.
These times tumultuous
as when I birthed, Nixon Moonwalk
Whitey on The Moon
They killed Fred dead.
We still war, we still march,
I need a gun -a survival plan.
There is a big dick in office
with a little dictator complex.
The oligarchs are coming-
shore up your scarcity walls
thats that bitches n hoes mode.
So bendable and expendable
makes pulling the trigger easy
me or him, me or her-me.
The future doesnt look like we thought it would-
a kid called thug wearing a dress made of Princes
lampshade.
small liberties slipping through fingers
unable to pull the breaks.
We roll back.
The only one who gets me-
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is an OG on Telegraph outside the liquor store.
He looks me up and down,
says, Hey you remember Blondie?
filling my heart of glass like a fish tank in Vegas
Amazon is the monkey on my back.
Assorted cardboard boxes come-
filled with bags of air
Pal is my Pay.
Maybe I just be buying
random time
and things to fill it with.
Cassandra Da lle t t 55
ATOMIC DOG
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manipulating
stirring up fear and paranoia
Othering Othering Othering
we should all be
terrified of the terrorists among us
white dudes talking take back
shit that was stolen in the first place
we all pointing fingers and wringing hands
its here
the year they promised
at all those rallies
all the red hats
telling you it was this
birther bullshit
go back to Africa
calling slaves migrants
migrants criminal
vegetables rotting on the vine
stop the rewriting
the propaganda
fueling painful flames
stop protesting Top Dog
and listen to your God
or your Dog
my God,
we might be busy killing each other
when they drop the bomb
My Dog,
hand me my machete
these white boys might be the zombie apocalypse
weve been preparing for all along.
Cassandra Da lle t t 57
MMMMMMMMMMM
MM
FLO WER I
N ST R U C TI O N S
1
59
5
60
LISTEN
I said rock whats a matter with you rock?
-nina simone
from Sinnerman
Spend summer
in makeshift tree.
Maw Sh e i n Wi n 61
DURIAN
Cloak of spikes
and thorns prevent touch.
Hard husk, I trust
no one.
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GRAPEFRUIT
Maw Sh e i n Wi n 63
LIMES
64
As a teenager, Id drink with Lisa and Bob, lime and
lemon liqueurs swiped from parents cabinets.
Our drunkenness in the cold night behind
church down the street. Elvis Costello songs on
cassette player.
Maw Sh e i n Wi n 65
H HHHHHHHHHHHHH
H HH HH
S O F T SP O T
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THREE TEENAGE POEMS
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3. When I turned into a teenager, one of the things I
grew to hate were chin-ups. To hang off a bar and yank
my body up, over and over, only to fall back down
again mindlessly; there were just so many better things
I could do with my wrists. The gym coach would lash
out at me and my laziness. What if, he said, there was
a terrible accident, and you were dangling from a cliff,
and the only thing saving you from certain death was
the strength of your wrists, would you not at that
moment regret blowing off all those chin-ups in gym
class? Fuck no, Id say. I have a backup plan. Why do
you think Ive been masturbating so furiously all these
years?
Hu gh Be h m- St e i nbe rg 69
TWO POEMS ON KISSING
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LONG-BILLED CURLEWS
Hu gh Be h m- St e i nbe rg 71
so its hard to maintain control. Youre asleep and
erotic as youre embodied; one school says we fall
asleep to practice surrender,
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- september 9, 2017 -