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  • It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]

    I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.

  • 1945

    The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.

  • The Only One

    In the stories of old there were always three.

  • Objects in Mirror Are Larger than They Appear

    That beautiful girl on a bicycle smoking a cigarette:

  • Two Poems

    In Vietnam, we rowed an old wooden boat

  • Toshno

    Marina is trying to describe Raskolnikov’s interior state

  • Undomesticated

    The large goose does what it always will,

  • Nail tr. by Anita Gopalan

    A piece of heart that doesn’t pain on breaking

  • HOUSEKEEPING:  Frida’s Future Kiss

    After the palm reader told her no man would ever claim her,

  • The Daughter and 6AM

    I wish I had another chance

  • First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed

    I shall sit here, on this bench,

  • Tranquility & Tremolo

    Where song is, fire begins, tightens,