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  • Feasts for the Blind | My Dear Menshevik

    That year it rained crows. Birds fell out of the sky in midflight.

  • Tom’s Sublet and Without Longing, What?

    Once, a long time ago in Rome, I was bathed

  • God-Box

    They give us a white cube, a paper box,

  • Trespass and Dante Confidential

    That is not your poem to write, she says.

  • Oxygen & Waking to 1939, I Study Those Standing

    I’m sorry my mother got a blood clot in her lung

  • It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]

    I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.

  • Ghazal, After Ferguson

    Somebody go & ask Biggie to orate

  • After the Paris Bombings

    I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been

  • κάθαρσης

    Dr. Clark ordered daisies

  • The Raccoon

    Like an old Italian man,

  • Innocence

    The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—

  • Cardinal

    The drill of its song    the whoop whoop whoop