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  • Pensé Que Estabas Muerto

    but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.

  • Toys

    Your toys, my child, hold them dear,

  • LATE

    The last time my father returned from work

  • A Fable: The Floss-Silk Tree and the Philodendron

    In Brazil they call the floss-silk  palo borracho

  • Apology to My Husband’s Snore

    You goosehonk, one-note oboe or contrabassoon.

  • Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story

    At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,

  • Vesper

    The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.

  • Lichen Prospectus

    Specimen leaves sung down for pages

  • Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out

    Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,

  • Meditation on a Shower Rod at the Super 8

    You and I are snake bit. Can we postpone?

  • Letter From The Capital

    She writes: now we have wars between historical eras. We fight in time as well as space. 1914 vs. 1939 is a devastating

  • The Night Dancers

    Praise the shadows that slither up candlelit walls