Poetry

black soap

my mother sold home

in small black bars,

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handiwork

the juncture of beauty and cognition

practicality and imagination—

these are our clothes.

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The First Step is the Hardest

how courageous

foolish

wayward

startling

to waltz into the

lion’s den

give its snout a kiss.

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