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  • After the Paris Bombings

    I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been

  • Derealization

    I left my body in Barnes & Noble

  • Annunciation

    I learned to hide the wings, almost immediately,

  • VANISHING POINT

    I learned it in art class, second grade,

  • Small Hut

    I know you only in echo,

  • Dear American Amnesia

    I know you are only trying to make

  • I Was Reading the Sunlight, I Was Planting the Words on this Page

    I know why Cicero says

  • The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed

    I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.

  • A Thin Membrane and For the New Parent

    I knew she had a glass eye though she never spoke of it

  • SOLILOQUY OF A TORNADO IN THE DISTANCE

    I knew a girl once

  • Fable 7, 8 & 9

    I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.

  • From the grab bag of desire

    I keep meaning to walk up to you,