Writing :: JuPoWriMo 2006
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JuPo #7
all those years you blamed
the taxi and some late-night traffic jam
that ate up your hours like I’d had dinner:
in starts and stops at each new sound,
Categories: Poetry, JuPoWriMo 2006
JuPo #6
By the third day, rust stains the bandages
wrapped around your arm, around the pins that hold
your bones in place.
Categories: Poetry, JuPoWriMo 2006
JuPo #5
You in the hospital after hitting a light pole
head-on, forty miles per hour, dying--
doctors said dying, machines beeped and beeped,
you stared at nothing: not me, not the future,
not light fixtures on the ceiling.
Categories: Poetry, JuPoWriMo 2006
JuPo #4
You painted the spare room blue, stenciled sailboats.
Then yellow: an office neither of us would use.
We stacked seasonal boxes in the corner, bought
an air mattress for the guests we never had. I kept
the door closed: easier than confronting all the dust.
Categories: Poetry, JuPoWriMo 2006
JuPo #3
She doesn’t smile at the clerk’s hello.
Pays cash. Asks for paper,
not plastic.
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JuPo #2
HSN doesn’t stock
gadgets that resolve confrontation, so I bought a set of knives
that slice through bone. Two talking heads before a picket fence
promised millions in real estate, but their videos don’t explain
how to market the distance between us.
Categories: Poetry, JuPoWriMo 2006
JuPo #1
Root-ripped, wind-rasped,
branch-cracked on brick,
on concrete, on pipe fence,
by falling foundations, by saws
biting through the aftermath
Categories: Poetry, JuPoWriMo 2006