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  • A Girl Who Doesn’t Believe in Myths & I Have No One With Whom I Can Spit Toothpaste At Turns Into The Sink

    we went to the prophetess

  • The Host of Turns

    We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,

  • Two Poems

    We were sitting and eating

  • Vermeer in Greenlandic Norse

    We were stopped in the gallery’s cool

  • Back in the U.S.S.R

    We weren’t the Beach Boys’ California girls,

  • Three Poems

    We're headed to a stack of paper we call a reem

  • Lion Cub & Whales

    We’d taken to being clever, or is that merely mischievous?

  • Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice

    We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape

  • Brasserie and An Annunciation of Blue

    We’re somehow in Closerie des Lilas,

  • A History of Mirrors

    We’ve accidentally collided with something real tonight

  • End of the Century

    We’ve slept too long, and that hasn’t stopped the incidental warping—

  • Handel in London, 1741

    Wedged in a chair near the open window,