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Poems

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  • RETURN OF THE HERO

    So they brought in a bird for him,

  • Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell

    Were it not for his silver hair

  • Notes on a 39-Year-Old Body

    Most internal organs jiggle and glow and are rosy

  • Song

    It wasn’t a goat’s head swaying in the tree. It was a ferret

  • Bedtime Story

    It wasn’t only my father who believed in the romanticism of war

  • Late Elegy for Charlotte

    You were about to sail the Seine.

  • Brasserie and An Annunciation of Blue

    We’re somehow in Closerie des Lilas,

  • Mass on the Beach

    I’m trying not to wonder if the priest

  • Breathing Room

    Not every week,

  • Wool Cap

    Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house. 

  • Plume

    The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon

  • The Last Phonebooth

    The last phone booth on the planet smells