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Aaron Sandberg

Domestic

Overnight it was safe,
and we soaked all our cups,

but the knives in the drying rack
still pointed up.


Aaron Sandberg has eaten the plums you were saving in the icebox and is not sorry about it—like not even a little bit.


 

Aaron Sandberg

Chance

The spider trapped in
my car, wherever he hid,

spun sad
webs even

after I had
brushed them away each

colder morning from
my warm vent

and sent
my window down some

to give
him the second chance

a third and
fourth time.


Aaron Sandberg has eaten the plums you were saving in the icebox and is not sorry about it—like not even a little bit.


 

Aaron Sandberg

RC Plane

We flew it for only a few days
on weeks when I was yours
with the help of the man

from the VFW after buying it
from a shop for more
than we could afford

until my interest faded fast
and it hung in the rafters—
frozen in flight—for me to face

each time I would walk
for half my life into that house
you bought when I was four,

each owing a debt
we keep working to pay.


Aaron Sandberg knows what you did last summer, Dale.