Andre HOILETTE
The Skeletal Remains of Idaho: (stolen moment) —for Palmer
home was blue light
pouring infromallsides
clammy tile floors, calm
the only fury
steam's ascension
pots hurriedly boiling up
drifting condensation,
communing together
sliding on the winter glass
she stands there
barefoot on the moist tile
slight, her matted
brunette locks
sliding down
mountainous valley
of her spine
her eyes close
her head falls back
and for a second
she lets it go to hell
the kettle bursts
a knifey shrill
the pressure pot's
hiss unrelenting
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On the Veranda
on the veranda
kasey and i sip coffee
talk the slurred man
out of suicide
for my last 3 dollars
my last 4 cigarettes
and my red lighter
david is happy
to leave the lecture
i told him he can't
live with me and my wife
i told him i am not married
but the filament
of our recent acquaintance
can't hold that burden
people peddle by
on the yuppie brick
an autumn wind
he leaves
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