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Here
We Are.

And we are living.

Isn't that amazing?

How we manage 
to be
at all.
     
 

 

Moonrise
Poem

We used to play on the sidewalk,

brandishing long sticks as lightsabers,

caning one another and

really feeling the force of it.

 

Moonrise
Poem

The green phone

on the wall in the hall

hardly ever rang.

Anyone who wanted to speak to Mom called her cell.

Same with Angela.

 

Moonrise
Poem

Ed’s knuckles are bruised a plummy purple.
He rubs them and laughs.
‘You think this is something?
In here? Joe, this is nothing.’

Poem

Slurping up the last of my frozen yogurt,
I overhear someone say,
'Being a Simese twin has got to be
The Worst
Thing 
Ever.'

Moonrise
Poem

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

Moonrise
Poem

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

Moonrise
Poem

Another press conference was held in Houston

last night,

              aired on breakfast news.

Poem

I am on the bathroom floor
screeching,
Tippi shaking me back into the world.

Moonrise
Poem

After the first call came through from Ed,

Angela tried to explain

what he had been accused of

and what might happen next.

But I never really got my head around it.

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