Bounty and Twenty Poems to Read on the Streetcar Senior Thesis ...

in English.
Shame that I presumed
there would be more time
<strong>to</strong> learn your language.
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I am making a truce with my demons.
They will s<strong>to</strong>p returning <strong>to</strong> haunt me
if I will s<strong>to</strong>p pacing outside the mouth of hell
<strong>and</strong> howling their names.
4
The sun is out for the first time in days.
The breeze coming in through the window screen
is exactly the temperature of the air inside the kitchen.
I will slice the last of the mangoes;
it is as ripe as it will ever be.
I will suck every bit of flesh from the pit
as small bristles pierce the corners of my mouth.
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