MATCHUPS from the SIXTH PARTITA

by Jnana Hodson

dragonfly
ivory, tan, brown

“I just paint what he writes”
“I just write what comes out of the ground”

she who wanted to go to the opera tonight
in Barcelona

trades strategies and argues various slants
awaits flight
alone in the car accident

or I should buy them and he never did, either

now (drum roll)
(when hit, might as well be gentle

one thing we discussed was
an insight of someone else, but an interesting one all

“Chicago”

the same. we both know the necessity of being careful, of our
primary responsibilities

a week away from the old brick mill town
I’d forgotten
this is not an old-fashioned typewriter

Thorp Fruit & Antique-Mall
from my Yakima past

perfectly matched, at last

 

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