If we were zombies
I promise you that I would
love you for your brain
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horror
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love
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poems
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zombies
Golfers in the rain
with travel mugs of coffee,
like this is their job.
chicago
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golf
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haiku
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poems
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rain
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sports
I come to you, love,
like a zombie in your thrall,
hungry for your brains.
haiku
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horror
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love
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poems
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zombies
stubbed-out cigarette
moldering wet in the sink
on the Paris train
europe
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france
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haiku
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poems
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smoking
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trains
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travel
Woman in burqa
Pushing her grocery cart
Texting on her phone
haiku
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islam
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poems
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queens
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religion
Squirrels chasing each
Other up and around trees
Like on Benny Hill
animals
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autumn
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haiku
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poems
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squirrels
sleeping puppy feet
pressed against my human toes
twitch in doggish dreams
dogs
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ella
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haiku
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poems
Snowflakes ride updrafts
in Brownian reels outside
my twelfth-floor window.
haiku
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manhattan
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nyc
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poems
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winter