February 2012
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Ask Me In A Bottle
Seasick in moonlight
as the linoleum shifted
I yelled
.
Ask me in a bottle.
.
Ask me,askme, ask meina bottle
but don’t you dare
not with palms-stretched,
fingernails down.
.
Nothing more disappointing than our smile,
exquisite let-down
so I told you we told them
.
Ask me in a bottle.
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House-Calls
Cold,
the second week of January,
too soon in the year.
.
Red ovals,
sterile light on
the concrete steps
and wooden siding
and red ovals.
.
And no,
no
no
no
.
no
.
Shaking in the
cold immovable.
