Lesley Wheeler

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ARCHAEOLOGISTS

My temple sweeps are nightly but will go largely unremembered
when the salute comes down from in front of you and covers
your heart
save and continue save and continue save

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I’M INTOIT

I’d trade you in
a motel but not let you write
love letters for my pang—

plans have changed and the ritual
must be silent; I want to live
in a house __ in the woods
but not the piano player’s.

Celebrate house plants
with me pour
some blood on the soil.

The whole domestic thing
isn’t a downer, it’s an artifact
of right now—

the whole domestic thing
isn’t a downer, it’s an artifact
of right now.

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