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  • THE LEAVES HAVE NO PITY

    gathering under the porch like abandoned promises,

  • The Latch

    One sound, the click of the latch on the gate,

  • The Last Widow | The Last Mirror

    The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband

  • The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready

    was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up

  • The Last Plume Poems

    the year that is when Churchill begged

  • The Last Photograph

    a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”

  • The Last Phonebooth

    The last phone booth on the planet smells

  • The Last Orgasm

    Sometimes I think of the innocent live

  • The Last of Fanfare

    By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?

  • The Last Harvest

    Of course the snake is still here

  • The Last Few Feet

    And so the thyme fell and spilled a neat pile

  • The Labors of Psyche

    Because I could not not-know any longer I held the lamp over him