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  • Survival Rate | 1st Love

    When at customs I don’t declare

  • Swan Song

    I admit. In the beginning

  • Sweet Nothings

    I whispered to your offered ear

  • Sweet Tooth

    The man in the window is cheesecake;

  • Sweetness

    Sweetness of fish sauce and tonal voice

  • Swishing Tails of Horses, October

    Mine, says the glorious yearling claiming

  • Synecdoche, New York

    When you meet

  • Tails | On the Other Side

    When our tails fell off, we had nothing to wag or wave behind us, nothing to curl up or

  • take heed, hazard

    what could it have been

  • Taking It Back

    Two weeks past Epiphany,

  • Talisman

    Quetzal: you write

  • Tampa at 8PM, Listening to a Podcast on Bird Migration

    Woodlawn Cemetery lies shadowed beneath violet-bellied clouds