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  • Fireworks or Gunfire?

    It’s just somebody sighting his gun—

  • A Gaze Hound That Hunteth by the Eye

    It’s not criminal: it isn’t sodomy

  • Sign Language I & II translated by Kareem Abu-Zeid

    It’s not that I

  • Owls Was The Most Likely Explanation

    It’s pretty wild to think how long ago

  • LIFE ON ENCELADUS

    It’s snowing all the time at the south pole of Enceladus

  • February Elegy with Tulips on a Glass Table

    It’s the yellow dust inside the tulips.

  • Across the Wide Missouri

    It’s toward the end of the season

  • Across the Wide Missouri

    It’s toward the end of the season.

  • Letter to My Almost Former House

    It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.

  • From “The Last Letter of My Body”, translated from Russian by Anne O. Fisher

    it’s winter here: the winter rains come, the roses bloom

  • Early Elegy: Telephone Booth | Early Elegy: Cursive

    Its remains: a plexiglass crypt robbed

  • SMOKE GHOST SMOKE

    Its smell didn't wake my husband