March 2012
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Growth
As if to tell me
that the world goes on
life happens while I’m out,
the lentils left in our
sink catcher sprouted
after two days of
neglect.
The curly little tails
just waiting to give new life
into the earth, not ready
for the waste bin at all.
My work plant is alive,
I know – just like a deaf
and blind old man. It seems
each time I return from the
weekend it has chosen
the...
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Cuauhtémoc
When I was a young girl of 8 or 9
I found out that
a very pretty young boy
named Cuauhtémoc had a crush on me.
I processed this information, weighed
my options, and decided the best
course of action was to kick him
relentlessly under our desks.
You see, he sat across from me
when we worked in groups of four,
and, even then I knew how love
could burn your skin if you tried
to touch it...
