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  • Dryer

    This seemingly permanent revolution,

  • Paean for the Players

    The pale actor’s mouth

  • Somebody’s Got My Hair | Cuffed

    Somebody’s got my hair, I said to my lover, who stood in front of the mirror in a long white t-shirt brushing out her

  • Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck

    Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps

  • Oloid and Pareidolia

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

  • Before and Rain

    Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,

  • This Surface

    Of the earth,

  • A Brief Portfolio

    He’s nowhere now.

  • SUNDAYS | ALONE

    Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,

  • Medieval Notation and Mercy

    On the first half of our hike the snow

  • George Orwell Sucks

    How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in

  • Two Poems

    I could never say anything about my father