Poems: old and new.
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Having Already Voted
This is a still moment of creation Like they always are. You cannot tell me it wasn’t raining Out, a warm fire in an ancient cave, When someone more like me than I imagine Painted the hunt (which now was also still). It’s raining now, Has been all day like dusk, And my Chicago apartment,
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Werewolves & Other Shapeshifters
Once you’ve met one werewolf You know anyone might Contort and change. They say it’s always at the full moon, But when you grow up collecting silver bullets You learn different. And you know of other transformations, From more than just the story books. Chased, women turn to trees in fear, Or lose their shape,
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There is my heart
Head on the pillow. In front of the sink. Slipping on little black boots. Driving away, singing a song. Someplace dark Walking quickly Pretending not to hear Them call her faggot. And I’m not there To fight them off As if I could defend Everything I love. And my heart is also in California With






