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Good was shot in the face three times.
Good was shot in ICE-cold-blood.
The President stated that she weaponized her car, but Good
did no such thing.
Good was a poet. Good can come of poets.
Today, Good can’t breathe either.
2026
This is a poem on my other’s body,
I mean, my mother’s body, I mean the one
who saved her braid of blue-black hair
in a drawer when I was little.
Meaning one I could lean against —
against not in resistance. Fuzzy dress
of wuzzy one. Red lipstick one.
Kitchen one. Her one to me,
2017
a golden shovel
The whale already taken got away: the moon alone
—Yosa Buson, translated from the Japanese by Hiroaki Sato
2022