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Poems

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  • The Caravaggio Room

    Yuck, you heave in front of that sick boy

  • LONG AFTER HE IS GONE | LAST OFFER

    All the summer’s night

  • Pensé Que Estabas Muerto

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

  • THINNING THE SPRUCES

    I’ve become ruthless with the spruces

  • Three Poems

    After we moved to Tiny Town, Mom started selling huge Egyptian harps that were larger than the tiny houses.

  • Masque

    Lamplight blue cushions

  • Romanian Lessons & The Country of Leaving

    Godmother country,

  • Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever

    The gods are everywhere

  • Licks

    We each were given three licks

  • A Pittsburgh Bakery in Winter

    Into Prantl’s, on Walnut Street,

  • Evening

    The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,

  • An Island

    Toward the end of the island