Poetry from Patrick Sweeney


sheltered during the electrical storm
by my grandmother's freckled arm


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ignoring the elaborate directions
my brother the technopath


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zooming-in on the shoe in the street


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the stalled industry of clover crowns


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sea voyage atop the Crimson King maple


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the green undertow of my dysfunctional family


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you're a white cloud when nobody waits for your return


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she told the store detective the sweater wasn't even her style


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please continue, as long as you're not counting on being understood


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she knows all the birthdays of the dead


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the opulent life of the former bedwetter's
full underwear drawer

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