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The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)

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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
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Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.

Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Probability

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the probability
that she will be sleeping
when he comes
to bring her coffee
bleached white with powder
instead of cream
is great
he sees her lying there
in an impossible heap
of bones
her skin
stretched tight over her skull
and he wonders
if even as she sleeps
she can hear the birds singing
just outside the window
or the sound the bricks make
as they shift uneasily
in their bed of mortar
causing a startled raven
to slam against the house


Poem © 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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