Rob MacDonald

Rob MacDonald lives in Boston and is the editor of Sixth Finch.  His poems can be found in Gulf Coast, jubilat, Washington Square, BOAAT,Birdfeast, H_NGM_N and other journals.  He is the author of Situation Normal (Rye House Press) and Resuscitation Party (Racing Form Press).

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Running a Dairy Farm is 98% Hustle

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Millennials are so grizzled

is something no one says

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in your recurring nightmare.

A brief writing retreat

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equals less language

to unpack.

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Exhausted, in a sense,

or innocence exhausted?

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A long pause

carries with it

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implications of contemplation—

as if your ideas need more

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room to bloom,

to be rapt in clouds.

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Deep breathing, the light

of your laptop at night.

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Are you terrified

you have nothing to say

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and the voice of an angel,

falling, falling, fallen?

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Lifelong Kindergarten

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When you say I’ve got a mind

like a sponge,

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I think of the one that’s slowly

decomposing

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in the kitchen sink,

more holey than whole.

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I know something

is true when it makes me want

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to wring it out

onto my tongue.

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That’s how thirsty you make me.

That’s how I roll—

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hoping I’ll know something

new tomorrow.

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Whole and Genuine

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sex in Walden Pond

felt so forbidden

until we noticed

everyone else

doing it too

elderly couples

asthmatic kids

the Smith

frisbee team

screwing in

a perfect circle

I guess

we romanticize

the past

this whole place

is teeming

with shame

the stale air

of originality

 

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