A Koan for a Koan
Who Am I?
I am the sound of one hand clapping
I am the one hand
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Category Poetry
I Am the Desert Flower
Violence on the screen
in sharp contrast
to the sharpened senses,
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You, Singing
What is the cost of true connection?
You will be required to
cast aside your yoga mat,
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It’s Okay to Not Be Okay
Still holding ourselves accountable
to a prepandemic standard we will,
inevitably
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Space and Distance
You are the high tide
and low tide
I am undulating in the fullness of you.
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Eradicating Evidence
Being in your perfect house
I am acutely aware of my own
imperfection.
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This Virus Is Not the Enemy:
She told me to Move In. That people are
hard to hate
close up.
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It Is Easy to Love Broadly & Generally
It is easier to love broadly and generally,
to see the face of God in every being,
to keep the details at a distance like when you kind-of
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Her Brand of Human
Dance,
before taking wings with lyrical figures,
was rooted in the heavy thighed.
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This Love
This love, this
wide-angled panoramic,
even the peripheral can’t hold it all.
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Good Morning, Sunshine!
Every morning, without fail,
she put her depression and the misery of her marriage
in the broken dryer that stood in the kitchen
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My Heart is a Ten-Pound Brick
My heart is a 10-pound brick.
It lays heavy in my belly like the chocolate chip cookies,
brownie and carrot cake I ate today,
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