Adrian Matejka Biography

It ends because the beginning won't jumpstart
again: red smudge of a mouth, lipstick everywhere

the afterthought a comet leaves on its way
out. What makes this moment unfold like a fine
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I lied when Pops asked, but I'll admit it now. I did touch the blue egg to see if, somehow,
it felt as much like the sky as it looked. The egg: speckled in its twiggy nest, eye level to
8-year-olds, perfect & off-limits like the Baoding balls on Pops' desk. We tried to find
its mom, but the finches scattered when we came near. One twittered the alarm from a
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That was the week
it didn't stop snowing.

That was the week
five-fingered trees fell
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In nyc, we stalked fishes
in filets of sounds: delivery
engines & ashy doors
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This sunlight on snow.

This decrescendo
of covered stumps & brush —
stop for it.
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