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

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

  • Lion Cub & Whales

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

  • Back in the U.S.S.R

    We weren’t the Beach Boys’ California girls,

  • Vermeer in Greenlandic Norse

    We were stopped in the gallery’s cool

  • The Host of Turns

    We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,

  • 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

  • An Invasion

    We waited and waited, or by we

  • David

    we wait in an arc with flashlights

  • The Science of Departures

    We study the departure screen and

  • The Museum of Mortal Sins | Soul

    We stood up to our waists in the icy water

  • Fresco

    We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.

  • Berlin

    We see the public statues