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TWO MORE BABY POEMS, POSSIBLY ABOUT YOU





WHAT CRUSH SPARK INDUSTRY GLUE IS HER NAME?


Never gave concern
for one ton of dishes behind
them another two tons
blonde tied up in sack o'
po-ta-toes, collar peppered,
ink dried and I just kept
crying, crayoning
at the jumping off
point of smelling
disjointed
for you, my dove tail long
and flew the coop in jest,
unlike you who doesn't know
what I'm waiting for yet


Amy King



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MANIFEST DESTINY


I'm not an expert at the deck at all; my interest
lies somewhere close to shore, where the dog slides
along the cherry's red & the brown's thick sweat
glosses up horizons. Do you pine for someone
who never registers your name on her lips?
I think I'm being "not responded to" so that
I can eventually say, "I'm without reply." I guess who
can really admit when they have no
answer because no answer was ever given. That
isn't a rhetorical conviction. Ultimately, what
is this for - what is it: days of finger clipping,
an elbow of personal risk to maintain state-wide
funding, and a gun using things
you love against you. Such was neither
my first husband of inaction nor my last.
I've always returned that which I beheld but never
owned outright. Last item on this list resembled
Achilles' rage, which should have divorced immortal
hopes from hours of fly-fishing.
A religion is religion is faith-invested sport.
Part the water to find what hair keeps growing
from what soil manifested with Peter Pan grins.
All children, except one, grow up.



Amy King


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