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May 18, 2010, 12:55 am
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Fork

BY CHARLES SIMIC
This strange thing must have crept   
Right out of hell.
It resembles a bird’s foot
Worn around the cannibal’s neck.

As you hold it in your hand,
As you stab with it into a piece of meat,
It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird:   
Its head which like your fist
Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.


8
May 17, 2010, 2:18 am
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petals pressed
poised
planted pixies
palmed.



4
May 13, 2010, 2:00 am
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when all else fails

i will lie down
flattened to the sour patch
of crabgrass
in your front yard
waiting for you
to open the door