Literal Latte

Second Prize 2008 Latte Poetry Awards
They’re making a movie
at the old state mental institution;
they’re making it look
like it’s 1954[...]

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First Prize 2008 Latte Poetry Awards
Curls drench & I can but wonder is she drowning & is there any once
upon a time.
The river’s looking glass glints ruthlessly northward & there’s tensile strength to the locks.
Postpone your departure love, this may be a miracle in the offing.

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I see it against sky, winter
cloroxing the light as I aim
the rifle, each clump, parasite [...]

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it must have seemed like a good idea at the time:
to wriggle up from moon-swung deeps, from slime
climb onto rock, grow legs–six? four? [...]

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She made us go to bed while it was still light out, when there was life yet
in the wide street below our pent-up apartment and we could hear Mr. and Mrs.
Soleni argue about money as they sponge-washed their new Pontiac [...]

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(Note: It’s not about the fat.)

Sometimes,
I have found,
it is easiest to choose
nothing at all [...]

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Lay your plate in the grass,
your silver knife, your spoon. Position the fork, tines up
to comb the wind. [...]

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I am the in here, I am mattering – mattering
born to the tempo of moments ago –
and ago I was too, I went lumbering order[...]

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Cats dream of fling, and of each other. Though light sleepers, their dreams have a complexity, and may have recurrent themes. Cats’ dreams are like collages, but are not surreal. They have special effects like slow motion, sophisticated nuances in lighting, and reverberant sound.

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True, I have twice faxed my resume,
dear Ms. Weber. I did not have the dates
precisely right. I hope this tiny error…

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