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Poems

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  • Hagstrom

    I examine my scarred torso

  • Country of Other Arrangements and Spinach Salad

    I used to be neatly folded, sound

  • Bad Harvest

    Does my name take your tongue’s

  • Holiday Candle

    Thank you for your kind gift

  • grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent

    a rectangle in an unborn son’s room

  • N18P6

    the shape doesn’t

  • Ode to the Google Maps Man

    Gold-suited spaceman, terranaut,

  • Two poems by Sandra Moussempès, translated from French by Carrie Chappell and Amanda Murphy

    A house stands out from the rest of the forest, emptied of its occupants for centuries

  • Seesaw

    The sun was overhead. The playground steamed.

  • Impressionist

    Once it was declared awful because it was brilliant

  • Cling of the World

    What could it mean

  • Hyphen

    Blue-black on my inked page,