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In response to Lâm Thị Mỹ Dạ’s Bomb Crater Sky. Dad served two tours in the war,a media circus of Ohio hippies andescapes from Saigon via helicopterLit by the fireworks on the nightly news,gilded in the blood of the conscripts,photographed by Leica. Building roads as a Seabee,cleaning the mud caked on his boots with gasolineThe…

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Human Racing

Surviving is a verbLiving is tooBreathing, smelling, touchingWords that imply movementI’ve not stopped movingSince yesterdayWhenever that was. Wish I could stop timeThe rat raceAgingDeathSexTaxes Memento mori, Latin’Remember you will die’Keep that hubris in checkWe’re all born to dieA monied deathIf you didn’t buy it,you’re the product. Can’t stop, won’t stopWe don’t even know how to…

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40 Steps

“When does the new tour start again?” Nicola Allen asked randomly. “In a month. After this last bit of appearances, we’re coming home for a bit. Why?” her best friend Christopher Donaghy asked. “‘Member how you’re always asking me to come to visit?” “Well, yeah.” He and Nicola had been best friends since high school.…

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A Fairy Tale

One of our in-class poetry prompts was to take a translated poem and translate it in our own way. I chose Salma Khadra Jayyusi’s A Tale. I have no father-in-lawI’m sure he existsHe sleeps, fucks my mother-in-law(Hopefully she’s a nice lady and will treat me well)He showers, and is a good Christian. A good Christian…

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Masque

You buy clothes you never wearTo impress people who don’t careYou can’t speak in front of crowdsYou should get your head checkedYou have blisters on your heelsFrom shoes that refuse to be broken inYou wear makeup to even out your tanCertainly not to impress a manYour mirror reflection of selfDoesn’t match the one insideYou sing…

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Hospital Bench

Poems gush out my fingertipsWritten carefully in bloodTattooed on my skinThe original sinSapphire blueCrimson redFetch me a napkinSharpen the quillPumice the momentsLovely bops of clarity’Cause nothing elsein this damn worldmakes a lick of sense.