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Poems

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  • Mother Doesn’t Bite

    I bite instead and she needs salt,

  • Three Poems and a Translation

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

  • Intelligent Design & Miramar Point

    7, 8, 9 years old,

  • The Shell

    When I picked it up from the sand

  • Embryo

    All morning, pitting the apricots

  • ON SILVER SPOONS

    The Golliwog spoon, we called it, the handle shaped like a head with heavy-lidded eyes and a thick-

  • Bear Sometimes Thinks He’s Dead & Shelf Life

    But lately he’s observed the Hermit Thrush

  • Agreeable Subjects

    When a past father of mine makes an appearance

  • For Michael Gottlieb

    All this time me on he leadéd

  • Eclipse

    November’s moon is in eclipse—

  • Essay: Domestic

    Brassiere

  • Tenderly

    I see how you climb!