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Clairvoyance
My friend who is learning to be clairvoyant says the soul’s greatest hope is to enter a body. When a soul enters a body, it’s thrilled. It’s like the best thing that ever happened to a soul. The body loves the soul too. The body hears the voice of the…
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#COLFAXMARATHONRELAY
Dear running, we both know I hate you, so I’m not sure how I ended up awake before 5:00 eating a banana, layering long underwear, tying my shoes and catching a ride to the football stadium where my leg of our relay begins, where when I arrive I find Whitman’s…
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Love Poem
I handed you my life like I would hand you a glass of water we were basically babies early twenties the end of college where will you go I asked you said I’ll go where you are * then began the long journeys, long hikes up tall mountains then arrived…
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Buffalo Creek Campground
If I want to see the spirit of God in everything, I have to see it in this man who is screaming at his wife at 6 AM while sunlight edges down the shrubby hills toward our tents. Get up and fuck are the only real words I can make…
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Untitled (By the end)
By the end, we won’t remember what happened when. We’ll remember hardly any of it. The only thing that makes it bearable is all the blossoming. The trees turn white, then green. What unfolds for me unfolds secondhandedly. While they’re injecting the midazolam, I am watching little girls…
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Why I Love My Mother
earth and ocean warm water warm towel her hands rubbing sunscreen on my shoulders warm towels we washed and folded every day of life earth earth kneeling to grasp the green beans canning them steam and sweat a thousand thrift shop dresses steam in our faces laughing laughing…
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Regret
By the seaside my daughter, age seven, sat down beside me and nestled her body into mine and was still. Her shoulder fit nicely in my armpit. We sat together in the sun, looking out at the water, which was clear and sparkling, as water sometimes is. I had plotted…
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Skyscraper
Why I love clouds is why I love cities: what fills part of the sky makes the rest of it bigger. This morning in Denver the judges and lawyers gather to settle the cases and nurses smooth the foreheads of various patients and teachers kneel with the children while the…
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Letter to a Poppy
Little ars poetica, little obvious symbol, stupidly and just yesterday I took your blooming as a promise that for weeks I could walk by and be happy at the sight of you, tiny flag blazing among the green and brown of mulch and weed, the color of fire, alive. But…
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Long Black Veil
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night Someone was killed, ‘neath the town hall light There were few at the scene, but they all agreed That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me The judge said son, what is your alibi If you were somewhere else, then…
Kimberly O'Connor 