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  • AT THE SLEEP CLINIC

    I sat in the parking lot of the sleep clinic

  • ON EMPATHY

    Wary of the verb  “empathize”—together with its noun “empathy” and adjective

  • Cry

    Bring back our dresses untorn

  • Paper

    Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her

  • Letter to Jed from Niebla

    I’ll write you about being a stranger, as I am also

  • The Raccoon

    Like an old Italian man,

  • Nudes I & II

    Once she crosses the threshold

  • This Is the Day the Lord Has Made

    This is the day the Lord has made,

  • BORN ON

    The twelfth of July, like Neruda, wouldn’t

  • Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine

    Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up

  • From The Little Book of Passage

    Ecco il fiume che mi allarga lo sguardo, che mi attraversa la fronte.

  • Labyrinth (Lear)

    A poorly timed abdication. A madness