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    Chi

    (first published in American Journal of Poetry) my mother told me to get acupuncture for my ankle sprain, I laughed and corrected her, acupuncture is Eastern superstition, works by the transference of our attention, from one pain to another, i.e. from your torn fibula to the invasion of dermis by a needle, and not some mysterious Chi energy never observed by a microscope. but today, there are Western acupuncturists with degrees from universities that actually have campuses and credentials; and there are books, I mean hard cover — drop on your foot, shatter you cuneiforms, centuries of pages of resume-heavy papers — text books from publications not run from a basement but companies with market-researched logos stamped…

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    Opening Walmart

    (first published in American Journal of Poetry) The shoe boxes are stacked, ordered in ascending size, separated into sexes, what a customer chooses to wear, cross- shoeing — her own compound word — is not her judgment, just that the men’s sneakers don’t sneak in between Dora sandals, ankle-strap heels and stilettos. Then off to the vegetables which are biologically, thus categorically, distinct from the fruits which are ovaries, –which is probably why people want to stay in the dark about this simple distinction about the foods they eat, this expose on the violence necessary for life — she makes sure vegetables and fruits keep to their sections with one…