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Missing
M.J. Tenerelli
I miss you like a sister,
Like an arm
Cut off in a freak accident,
Like an amethyst bracelet
Left on the F train,
Or October in the middle of August.
I miss you like the rise of a tower
That used to sit near the river.
Like Joy
Sister, I miss you.
New Mexican Lesson
M.J. Tenerelli
I went to the
Tsankawe National Park
For inspiration
And my muse laughed so hard
She split her sides and
Out flew a glossy crow.
It talked, of course,
This bird dug into my shoulder.
“Take in all the mountains you want
Sweetie. Gulp down the piney blue air;
Then go home
And write what you know:
A field so black
You can’t see two feet
In front of you.
And something awake and hungry
Hidden in the trees.•
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