The American Poetry Review

THREE POEMS

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When I say life is long you say spare meThat some clichés are clichés because they’re trueBut after my father died I donated my clothesIf you love me know me by that calculusBy the past lives of denimThe footprints on cashThere was no willI was leftI took a portrait of an orchidI’ve yet to hang though I know where I’d like to see it:In the Goodwill by the bowling alleyIn this new future I’d like to plant flowers in New Jersey *

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