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Poems

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  • Two Views of Bercy

    It seems that the sun has stopped and will move no more

  • Before and Rain

    Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,

  • Three Poems

    Heat, filthy, gut-sick heat in my city’s cobblestone streets.

  • The Birthday Ceremony

    Seventeen rooms of long maroon

  • FOUNTAIN

    Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:

  • REMEMBERING RAY – AUG. 2,1998 – FOR TESS

    The invitation reads:

  • Chaja-Lea Returns

    This is where we were

  • Country of Other Arrangements and Spinach Salad

    I used to be neatly folded, sound

  • Plume

    The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

  • Elegy for a Young Garden

    Shattered bricks, flayed sockets

  • From Night, by Ennio Moltedo, translated from Spanish by Marguerite Feitlowitz

    Can we go on like this?

  • The Silver Bullet

    When I wasn’t washing my hands, I remembered