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Poems

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  • 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,

  • Vesuvius

    No gazette ran the story,

  • Cache

    Here lies a hectic site, la Cité

  • EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM

    Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,

  • Wilhelmina Shakespeare

    Blond hair, blue eyes, buck teeth:  we taunted you

  • THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD

    It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped

  • [There was the way his mother]

    There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.

  • First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed

    I shall sit here, on this bench,

  • Of All the Birds

    The magpie I like least,

  • From AfterTalk

    Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden

  • naked dreaming

    an artist friend once told me

  • Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue

    The level of rose-scented lotion daily