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stitch




stitch   I saw seams
     sparrows
     fontanel
         peonies
a mother wants to know    neither of ours
speak from granite
optimist    I have to get
poisoned by rock    you can’t
come with me   I don’t want to
suffocate


*


     windows
         cave
     aural temper  I did
say I didn’t know
         how to read
do you agree   under
water clamor  eyes feel
vowel


*


I did sad things can I take your name
pillowcase    lightly choke
lunge to the cat silhueta left by death
     survived by  you mean
bedevil    every desire rabbits
time makes miso    comatose calm
I’m particular  only you know
loud in dialogue or we alone
a democracy


*


     sharp tree geometry
         my love has certainties
            washcloth
            tiny soap cube
         does hair
         bare skin donned winter
long stretched singular value



*


lifetimes    thru the motions     natural kill   storm
off chemical       I’m in your world somehow on probation sharp tone closeness recorded almost infinite I also dislike literary devices! & only use them in impossible conversations as in confession and allegory convey understory weather points interior wordspace at the end of the day the field talks about what it wants enter with gentle ease question sieve soul’s biggest story
         do not dialogue now
            with her     the world



*



I am Duncan
Dunparra
coffee and kasha
Birds
     stirred for
         gay morning
minion’s minion
     mathemata
     Buckle and
present yesterday
excavate pain
     tracks and exclaim


*


a pierced deer
plummet I must
            scorched-earthing
     forest not just lit

“The only thing I will work myself
     to death for”

     toss into heaps
         offenders


*


go to Prune and John’s
a nun on a horse

     journey latched to your
winter honeycrisps


*


Pre-visit uncertainty was nice. Fa-
miliarity and dailiness long
distance is not. She’s present. Too. I’d give
my dog up for her. Would I regret it.
Would my new love. A calm convener and
diplomat in extremis. Big moves. I’ve
been working on addiction. I’m not sure
who’s listened. I’m hooked on alterity
coming into me. Attempt from love’s sick-
ness and fly away. I interrupted
her in my urgency. Since I am my
own fever and pain. How I’ll bear tender’s
beast. I’d give my dog away to live
in the Village with her and regret.

Contributor

Kimberly Alidio

Kimberly Alidio was born on July 9, 1971 in Baltimore, Maryland. She is the author of the books After projects the resound (Black Radish Books, 2016) and why letter ellipses(selva oscura press, forthcoming), and the chapbooks solitude being alien(dancing girl press, 2013) and a cell of falls(Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs, forthcoming). She holds a PhD in History from the University of Michigan and studies poetry at the University of Arizona.

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