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  • 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

  • MARATHON | SHORELINE

    Jesus hears a swarm of bees beneath his porch. His television

  • Pathetic Fallacy

    Jog through this suburb at a blue hour

  • I’ll Hang Around as Long as You Will Let Me

    John Prine is dead on TV in the season before trees bear peaches

  • Morgellons

    Jorge Luis Borges translated Thomas Browne

  • Dirt

    Just after Wierex etched a toddler Christ

  • Vaccination, in the Broadest Sense of the Term, Crickets and Lucky Strike Lanes

    Just as the pharmacist drove the vaccine into my arm

  • SHINE, NOT BURN

    Just at that point

  • Separate Cars

    Just happens is what I fear most. A couple grown insular,

  • Music Class | Hymnals and Revivals

    Kids learned to play