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  • 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.

  • “Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy

    we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing

  • Berlin

    We see the public statues

  • Thetis

    We see her through her element, not

  • Valediction in Guatemala

    We say goodbye in front

  • True West

    We return by foot from pre-plantation oaks,

  • CREATION MYTH

    We never expected this. Shapes