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  • HOW IT IS WITH THE MEEK

    They are pulverized into earth

  • All the Shrimp I Can Eat

    They are swimming away from me at the speed of light

  • A Singleton & Self Portrait: Between the Car and the Sea

    They climb to their lookout, each day, different,

  • Tattoos | Tattoos

    They come with stories. Like the woman whose thorny twist

  • Butchery

    They do it right here in the front yard in Wellsville,

  • Bleeding Hearts

    They do not fit their given name. They glow

  • The Seven Mysteries of Our-Lady Madonna

    They emerge out of distance,

  • The Book of Guests

    They gamboled toward me on the plain—two lambs

  • God-Box

    They give us a white cube, a paper box,

  • PASSING

    They lay the old woman in the back seat of a car,

  • Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six

    They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and

  • The Transit Hall on Pier 86

    They say there’s a place in the brain for faces