Julie Carr

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Gathered husks

				                 tethered copula

pestered fairness                            

 
		             revered and bedeviled sense-organs


flagged gallantry
				                 sweated poolside



sat



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Shaping dalliance and dailyness

				                      as allied stars


of rust or tousled				             grass


clustered and hauled 			                     cells


		              sexed to sleep


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Spoils of Christmas wetted

		             my rubberized engendering

			                I came forth as


fraternal rubble		

nudged			              then damaged 


            by must, master


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Cross out rest to

	     fret 			          & etch


lust: the death of it

		                Circle-swoop

the hand in

		                making future-tense

					                                 bodies 
					                                 to play with



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Love Poem

even in airports

feeling as isled I'm led
touch my lip as code to my watcher
the eye-lid dealer O

my two breasts my cursory marks
I'm plain as worn as gathered

now boarded: a mission
as is birth

Nightingale Poem

Ode to the thud of the paper on the porch


To she who is shot at school


Ode to drowsy numbness


To copycat rhymes


To swimming as anesthesia, to the bird trapped in the flue 


Ode to my son vomiting in the halls


To the mothers and fathers


To the mothers and fathers


To the woods we were to hide in, the leaves with which to be buried


Ode to little oblong notes: the music of bulbs in bags


Away! Away! 


To atonement, the cold Queen Moon!


Fled is that


To oil poured into our eyes


To tresses left to be hauled to be dumped


Our thoughts slathered in, tethered to, time


Ode to the sands in our teeth, my reader 


Where are you? The one who has abandoned me? 


Ode to the voice: You sing, you / who also / wants