Author: Gabi Graceffo

RODRIGO TOSCANO
Homo Americanus

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No. We don’t want you to breathe in–then out.

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papa got his first man
the season arthritis twisted
his fingers at the knuckle

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First I find your hip & then
the canopy opens above me

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My Mama had the gift of hand sewing

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I was moving across the country for a man
and a job.

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And maybe she meant:
Every season is an inch

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I decide to share a photo online of my shirtless physique

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Because you do not work in tech, web design, green-product design, market research, or sales, you had nothing

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My only friend was the red fox that June.

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“At the center of Klink’s lyric resides the tension between profound emotional intensity and profound emotional delicacy.”