Dailies 1/26/18


Robert Gibb – The Dinner Pail

Less lunchbox than mess kit,
What with that fitted lid

And handle, the canister set inside it,
Cap threaded tight—

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Rachel McKibbens  – salvage 

I have learned to need the body
I spent years trying to rid the world of

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Ilya Kaminsky – Firing Squad

On balconies, sunlight. On poplars, sunlight on our lips.
Today no one is shooting.
A girl cuts her hair with imaginary scissors—
the scissors in sunlight, her hair in sunlight.
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Poetry Diary: dealing w/anger at a funeral parlor that tried to cheat us when my father died. Reminders happened today that brought the pain back. But this poem by my dad is helping:

Dick Allen – What You Have to Get Over

Stumps. Railroad tracks. Early sicknesses,
the blue one, especially.
Your first love rounding a corner,
that snowy minefield.

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