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not baby blue,
soft and comforting
as the breadth of sky
that breaks at the horizon …
or a cornflower blue
cotton short sleeved shirt
that fit right around the shoulders
the summer you started getting looks …
but true blue.
melting towards the darkness,
rushing for the edges
of the rainbow
and messing with
the indigos of mourning …
the kind of blue
with heavy names like
Duke, Prussian, Navy
and Midnight that
cover other colors
with [...]

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I approach a day of raking
like I have arrived at a crime scene,
finding evidence that Persephone’s
white arms were dragged by;
her nails digging into the earth
as she clawed against being pulled
into the early darkness, the shorter days –
she scratched October’s face until he bled
the colors of a parade, and left a cryptic
message in [...]

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 To who it might concern:
 
Please accuse J___
for missing school last
week. My ex-boyfriend
has been threatning
and stalking me and
J___ was shopping,
for protection, with his
cousin in New Jersey.
Thank you for calling
to check up on him.
 
Signed,
J______ R_____
(J___’s mother)
 
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2009. All rights reserved.

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Talking about numbers
and feelings as villains
and the hatred that
we have for the way
our responsibilities
have coiled around our
ankles and wrists; cut into
our necks and stopped
our breaths from shouting
for help. But it sounds
like anger directed
at each other and we
are left more alone than
ever. I speak another
language at this moment.
You are from a distant
world; a different
place where there [...]

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 In comes Alexander,
5, uninvited to my
office where I write
and where he’s
supposed to knock
instead of storming in
like his namesake would.
 
“Want to hear about
my robots”, he asks
spilling a half dozen
mini sculptures made
of multi-colored legos.
 
Not right now, I said
and firmer than it sounds
on paper.
 
But he goes on
explaining that the
first one with wheels
is a rover meant
to explore [...]

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Excuse me,
I’m a tiger
says my youngest son
crossing the kitchen.
 
He knows enough
to crouch low
and settles down
safely sitting behind
the breakfast table.
 
I flip the pancakes
as the bubbles pop
silently through the
hot batter sprinkled
with cinnamon that
fills the morning air.
 
Excuse me,
once again,
says the tiger,
but as you know
if you keep turning
your back to me
I will have [...]

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Now that we are all connected
can we declare once and for all
and forever ever that
what works best for me
may not be right for everyone else?
And that the same is true of you (plural)
and all your beliefs (super plural)
 
That maybe you’re part exotic cactus
that grows only on the rocky coasts of Aruba
and I am half [...]

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para mi abuelita Olga, que en paz descanze
 
She’s standing in the room alone
surrounded by possessions that own
          her name,
and she’s wondering aloud
          what the rain felt like
          a hundred years ago
          and a thousand loves away.
 
When it takes her by surprise;
          a memory of being young
          and drowning in the laughter
          of a game.
 
And it’s [...]

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When my cell phone
   went off
in my hand
     ((      ))
on my chest
     I was still dreaming
of being with you
     of sneaking away from
the monsters that used
   to live under our beds
and live now
     looking back from
the mirrors
     shaking
     ((      ))
dreaming of being
     with you running
away from the ocean
     looking to find
your mouth for a breath
     losing [...]

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It wasn’t cold enough
that day to keep away
the goose or geese or gander(s)
that got sucked into the engine
or engines that changed
everyone’s plans on flight 1549
 and scared the shit out of 150+ people
and made a hero for a minute of
the only person that could
have pulled that landing
into the Hudson River off …
 
“That plane must have had
          angels [...]

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