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Daedalus Rebukes Apollo

He shapes a second set of wings for the boy
in the cool hours before dawn, working
by the light of a softening candle. His fingers
raise ridges of feathers along the harness,
reform in stone what the sun melted.
Sun-struck Icarus spirals toward Apollo.

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Name Thief

I have this memory: locked out
of our apartment, you wrapped me in your arms
and sang my name like a charm against shadows

while we waited for someone to arrive with a key,

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Nike at Ephessus

Nike, what is this? You slump against
a boulder, stretch your arms up to finger the pockets
of passersby and proposition tourists.

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Spreading the Ashes

A phone call:
she admits the ashes remain unspread. She couldn’t
feed him to the world’s largest alligator or toss him
out to sea like fish guts from the pier.

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Invitation on K’s Windshield

I have never told anyone how my mind wandered,
considered the light angles from nearby park lamps
and the odds of being caught in the open.
There were six blades of grass around my big toe,
three wrapped around the little.

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The Garden of Fugitives, Pompeii

Now give them names. The boy crouching
on a barrel, face locked behind his fingers,
could be your son. The woman curled
around her stomach, making a hollow
between her knees and breasts, carries
your brother’s child in her belly.

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I’ll decorate the whole house with particleboard if I have to

We talked about you, Catullus, while we counted out the screws
and nails and decided to read the directions in Spanish.
We sorted parts, identified left and right panels, threw the box
across the room and left it there.

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I did not think I’d hear from you

Since you ask, I sold the spaghetti maker
last fall, at a friend’s garage sale.
A college student bought it, my friend’s orange couch,
and a block of wood we had been using
as a makeshift table.

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Nearing Winter Solstice, Anchorage

We hallucinate in the dark, unclench
our fingers to reach for wax wings,
knowing there is no sun to melt them,
nothing to stop our swift flight south.
There is no god driving a flaming chariot
across the sky, opening night’s curtains.
No suns may rise: only setting suns,
ever setting, perpetually setting suns.

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Signposts

Three streets ago if I had said turn left
we would have been there by now.
I think this is my fault and I think
you must have seen the signpost, too.

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