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Poems written this week

In Venice
there's a mirror town
under the sea

I designed a dress
made out of maps.
It directs the eye
where to look.

These twins
built an empty frame.
Then each morning
each takes a side
and combs their hair.

My date
was a woman
bathed
in moonlight

that winter was cold
and the twisters froze.
So they herded them off
and stacked them like columns
in a contemporary
museum of storms.

I had a slinky,
but no stairs.

He collected
Ouija boards
but they kept
shifting around.

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