Brown Sanders

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  3. Apparently Apparently
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    Apparently

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  5. Point Breeze dawn Point Breeze dawn
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    Point Breeze dawn

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Ball Cup

Kirby Allen

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    Ball Cup

    Kirby Allen

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  9. Potato Face

    Extreme humidity brings
    to bear what we call
    “Potato face”
    Features shrink into
    the starch of the skin
    Head swells,
    spotted & lumpy
    Back of the neck
    sprouts tendrils
    Sidewalk smokes
    like an oily pan
    You cannot read
    my potato face
    O wait you totally can
    It says Help I’m frying

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  11. Mmmlady, who tastes with the tongue of finest discernment, get thee to the fat-wheeled vessel of Spring Garden! Mmmlady, lift the white door and break with glad hands the transparent sheath wrapping this delicacy, rarer than star showers, finer than moon wisps. Savor this marvelous new taste. Let it dance on your palate, let it sing of old Jersey made new, breath of wine & belly of fire. Mmmlady, who tastes with the tongue of finest discernment, get thee to the fat-wheeled vessel of Spring Garden! Mmmlady, lift the white door and break with glad hands the transparent sheath wrapping this delicacy, rarer than star showers, finer than moon wisps. Savor this marvelous new taste. Let it dance on your palate, let it sing of old Jersey made new, breath of wine & belly of fire.
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    Mmmlady, who tastes with the tongue of finest discernment, get thee to the fat-wheeled vessel of Spring Garden! Mmmlady, lift the white door and break with glad hands the transparent sheath wrapping this delicacy, rarer than star showers, finer than moon wisps. Savor this marvelous new taste. Let it dance on your palate, let it sing of old Jersey made new, breath of wine & belly of fire.

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  13. CAN’T U SEE I’M TRYING TO BE A SPONGE

    Soaking up the
    day’s good with
    a soft, wet face

    Washing clean
    that which keeps

    Rinsing till
    it gleams like
    a Cascade
    casserole dish,
    Like the white
    teeth of a TV mom
    who cannot
    believe that shine

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  15. The only way to say thank you for a  party so fabulous the prosecco corks popped themselves The only way to say thank you for a  party so fabulous the prosecco corks popped themselves
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    The only way to say thank you for a party so fabulous the prosecco corks popped themselves

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  19. When babies fly

    The baby is going on a plane today. I tell him: this is how it’s going to be. You’re going to check in at a counter opposite a wall of windows. At security, even the TSA will break their stony faces to say How sweet! They will not sweep you, you are too soft and wriggly to smuggle a thing. You’ll wait at the gate to board. Boarding always takes forever. Adults who’ve self-defined themselves as too accomplished/rich/great to wait will sigh and moan. Ignore them—they embarrass themselves. You will get on the plane and sit on a lap. The captain will say, Flight attendants prepare for takeoff. Don’t be scared. There is such a lot of noise, but flying is a modern wonder. People forget that, fixated on the smallness of seats or lack of peanuts. COME ON! This is the closest you may ever get to clouds. At sunset you see whole other worlds up there, a smooth blue oblong stretched like a hoop, bordered by pink fluff clouds, lit like electric champagne majesty.

    Landing, look at the return to earth. Watch the cars crawling along at night, headlights shining a path ahead. Each person’s own little patch of light creeping brave into the darkness ahead.

    The captain will say, Flight attendants, prepare for landing. Then you will be in the same city as Nana, so much closer to her than I am. I’ve loved you since you were small enough to curl between my navel and chin. Bring that love I gave. Let your little baby heart beat in the city that keeps her on the bed made for never getting up. Please and thank you bring that baby heart to beat nearer to her, that she may feel it through the darkness.

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