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Poems

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  • Calendar

    Some people, after the day

  • A Lean-to at the End of the Galaxy

    You fire a fiction deep into my brain

  • Three Poems and a Translation

    In life I was chasing a deer. In sleep the deer

  • Dear Meat

    What's your point?

  • Separation

    Slumbering suburbs, calm depths of summer.

  • Looking Back on My Libido

    It wasn’t love; it wasn’t even sex—

  • Purge

    The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting

  • Two Poems

    You’d think somebody would’ve put those six

  • Three Poems

    Last night R—, who I stole

  • Heard in Claesz

    Decanting like the lees

  • “Flüchtige monde” / “fugitive moons” translated from the German by Joscha Klueppel

    mountains recall their flock of birds. the dear birds,

  • go ahead, flash your badges

    good, the heart is closed now