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2014

 

 

Filtering by Category: Poetry

Divorce

QU Montage

You’re in Taylor’s basement, sitting 
on the couch covered in cat hair
when the shouting carries down
the stairs and she looks down 
at her fingers, picks at the fabric

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Cheese and Crackers

QU Montage

You said no thank you when my mother 
offered you cheese and crackers, the thin
Crunchmaster multi-seed kind, which taste
too healthy to taste any good. We hid 
our laughter as the plate flopped on the tile, 
the ceramic clanging, crackers crushing.

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Italian Dinner

QU Montage

First, just an empty glass; no water.
You tell the waiter, “I’m fine with just water,”
But is it really just water?
Doesn’t each gulp of the delicious water
Refresh and satisfy your stomach, temporarily, at least until the bread? 

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Eleven At Night

QU Montage

Eleven thirty at night and the room is still a mess.
Basketball shoes, running shoes, and academic shoes,
Karate shoes, lacrosse cleats, and Sperry’s
Gatorade bottles and torn-up papers from
Last semester probably,

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Ode to Blythe

QU Montage

On a river on a boat on a towel in California there’s a seat 
cushioned enough for my head when I lie down 
and cold enough from the midnight air
that I wrap myself in the towel there

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The Bedtime Routine

QU Montage

At night, my father used to tuck me in.
He would grab the covers and sheets
and place me neatly beneath them,
use his arms, thick and strong, to center me on the oversized mattress,
and plant a kiss on my forehead before flicking off the light
and walking away.

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Season of Mist

QU Montage

Underneath a canopy of leaves
you teach me how to build a fire,
twisting sticks between my hands
until my palms are blistered red
and I have to soak them in the stream.
My conjured flames offset the cold.

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