Disobedience
The sky is oiled orange
gleaming along the metal
and matte of cement steps
Where she sits between
rainless thunderheads
and radiant heat
Motionless and at war
while shame battles anger
in ceaseless stalemate
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The hose is on
running clear into black
of garden earth.
Nicole Dying
A sudden car trip in the dark.
Your blue hands
curled in the coffin.
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Mother portions them out
one-eighth of a cup
in six mounds, cupped
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three bandits come.
Prize swivels high between
striped green leaves.