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Christine Hamm's Blog
November 15, 2009
- A Large Stable of Horses
I can't stop writing without my arm on fire
and then milk. I must be a reincarnation of St. Sophia,
or was that blood and milk.
Her teeth sharp, black, each morning she hands me
my peppermint latte at Dunkin Donuts. In another life,
she was Kali and I, the daughter she killed for singing or weeping.
You send me a postcard of Paris, although you've ...
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November 2, 2009
- The Unborn
Tentative, mucky,
very wet, very red,
their fingers
grab our dangling
earrings in our
dreams of drowning.
Wailing
like distant wars,
like distant animal
ambulances, they paw
through our sock drawers,
our stacks of photographs.
Sticky, miniature-thumbed,
reeking of rose talc
and rancid butter,
they stain our bed posts,
our sheets, our rearview
mirrors. They ...
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October 25, 2009
- Birds Clearly Don't Understand Glass
we wouldn't admit it,
but in your pocket slept three
baby grackles and a large blacksnake
as you stood near the winter
swimming pool, like a little
mother, but with fur,
a lightweight skeleton,
hollow bones, the age-old bell
on the collar,
your large palms
spread with shelled peanuts,
sunflower seeds, red millet,
white millet
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