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Poems

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  • Oj Golube, Moj Golube

    I was born to pigeons cooing.

  • Classmate

    I was at the beach talking with someone else

  • The Child and I

    I wanted to go fishing one day,

  • Proof of Poetry

    I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter

  • Head of a Woman with the Horns of a Ram

    I used to curse the sidewalk ice

  • Country of Other Arrangements and Spinach Salad

    I used to be neatly folded, sound

  • EVERY MAP IS AN ISLAND

    I turned away from the paper

  • OLD LOVE LETTERS

    I too have my stack

  • Two Poems translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa

    I told myself, why not

  • Vortex Street

    I tied my hands behind me so I won’t hurt you.

  • The Arithmetic Teacher Living in Six Meticulous Fields of Sweet

    I thought I heard outdoors

  • Danger: A Triptych

    I thought at first it was a rock, a pebble my own tire had somehow kicked up in a weird curve.  I kept driving to my