6.23.2011

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I hold open
the ethereal jar

in the air,
sideways,

in the same spot
where your mouth

moved
like a cry of birds. 




CHESS

I play chess with my cat.
She knocks over the pieces
one by one. 

She sits in the middle
of the board like a queen.    
I prefer it this way.

I am out of options.  
The only checkmate
is to be yielding to

this fur-shrouded aura.