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Thoughts from the Lawn (a Chartreuse Lawn)
Read more: Thoughts from the Lawn (a Chartreuse Lawn)He’s watching Downton again: the pompous men and petty girls, proud of the nothing they have. All teeth and jowls and starch, thoroughbred characters and thoroughbred actors, look like birds. Hearts of gold, some. The gold needs polishing with time— The gold needs scrapping, if we’re talking the now. A frame can be too heavy…
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Blue Wolf
Read more: Blue WolfThat blue wolf’s a quiet one. No howls in the night. He needs none of the pups to follow him down the basement. Untoward things lie at the bottom. Skulls and gold bars. War medals. Or, a simple past. A last stand for the old-fashioned crank who thinks taking the album out will yellow the…
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Middle School Nights
Read more: Middle School NightsThey called it diligence, the fourteen-year-olds snorting Adderall. The spelling bee could make or break college apps, but excellence was not flattering. Rhinestones were. That was the look. Eyes stuck with paraffin and glitter, per the Sephora tutorial, and shorts cut shorter than panties. What a cringe word. Don’t say it—and don’t look! They’re changing…
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For Those Who’ve Moved On
Read more: For Those Who’ve Moved OnComing on two years, it’s like driving down a hill, past the cut lawns and little dogs and the names you had for them. I’ve been happy, moving fast and talking TV and pet peeves to keep others at bay. Honesty means slowing. Mowing the grass. I do it over the sink, cutting my bangs…