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  • Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun

    It denies the polish

  • Ars Poetica, with Cow

    She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside

  • Three Poems

    I sat in the late day sun

  • The Interview

    Where is your wheel? Your bike-body? Sturdy-car-self?

  • Turd

    Twelve inches, specific as a nail,

  • Blue Rim

    Set the table with your heirloom

  • Someone Is Walking the Pig

    Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.

  • Questions for Fruit Flies and The Habit of Longing

    Humble as fruit flies may seem, they . . . engage in a host of complex behaviors

  • ATTRACTION

    a literary critic wrote some

  • Oloid and Pareidolia

    Saturday, awake to the raw April outside. A dream that was on my tongue is gone with a swallow.

  • Lily of the Forest

    On the slopes of Mt. Ślęża, the cult

  • LITTLE PIECES OF STRING TOO SMALL TO BE USED | INCEST | HER LISTS | BIRD SONGS

    Granny's label on a box in her attic.