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  • Circus

    How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange

  • Sestina for an Idiom

    I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended

  • South Hole

    So worship fire.

  • Squirrel Hour

    The wind goes into the backyard pines,

  • Innocence

    The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—

  • Throne Verse

    Two years of cinders built up in the hearth,

  • Che Fai Di Bello

    They are burning the fields in

  • Acne

    And I’d see it that way, the word, all

  • The Year We Went Without Retiring

    The light was so entitled and the air so inflated and full of itself, you might have thought we were in Florida or back at the Tri-City Drive-in off 495 where we would watch adult flicks and you would get sick in the tall grass from the lack of kissing or a soundtrack.

  • Valediction in Guatemala

    We say goodbye in front

  • ON THE RMS QUEEN MARY | LATENT IMAGE

    I'm exploring the decks, the ship docked in Long Beach since '67. Same liner Mom sailed in '39 from England to

  • Remnant Tongue

    I woke wounded