The Group-Stage Kitchen
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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At first she shows us only ceiling, then one eyebrow, then the lamp. We say tilt it down.
At one hundred, he still accuses his daughter of dealing from the bottom.
The match has crossed midnight. Nobody in the kitchen breathes. The ball waits on its white mark.
The final whistle gives us a draw. Nobody knows whether to celebrate. One player asks the bench.
My sister knows the password to every secret I've owned since 1996,
Children don't walk anywhere. They haven't learned the adult art of getting from one place to another
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