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The Longfellow Bridge

November 29, 2017December 1, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
Detail of sculpture on the Longfellow Bridge
The T runs down the heart
of the bridge.

The cars shake in the dim light
left by the dregs of the day...
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Airplanes Over the Bog

November 22, 2017November 22, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
Bagno. The name means bog.
The village may have been a bog
before the drainage ditches
gridded it into kolkhoz...
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Like Two Dogs Dancing

November 20, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
He turns into the comforter of rain,
no umbrella or hat, just the quilted
sidewalk. The spume from wheels passing...

[Content warning: animal death]

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The Wandering Daughter Returns to Her Neglected Patrimony

November 16, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
From the half-finished bunker of the concrete basement
That was to be the foundation of our now-abandoned
Familial abode that I will neither finish nor furnish...
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Grudzień

November 15, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
The tall, even pines
   with sand at their feet
      brood black between their trunks...
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In the Park with Grandmother, Olsztyn, Poland 1981

November 14, 2017November 17, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
The hard blue sky behind her
   run through with a single white thread
      of a contrail...
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One July at 2 a.m.

November 13, 2017December 1, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
Speeding down the kudzu highway
where Atlanta’s orange glow chokes
stars, he forced the '82 stick-
shift Toyota too close to its
effective frequency. I thought...
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Aubade

November 8, 2017December 1, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
In that moment I wonder
   was Freud right after all,
is the female nothing, nothing...
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Intercourse

November 7, 2017December 1, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
I am not a hole,
   but in this moment
I become it.
   When the act is finished...
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His Eyes

November 6, 2017November 8, 2017 AK KrajewskaPoetry
There’s nothing. Nothing behind your blue
   eyes, lord of lies, evil magnet,
      lodestone of my worst nature...
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