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  • Without You

    I was doing just fine, a job, a home,

  • Objects in Mirror Are Larger than They Appear

    That beautiful girl on a bicycle smoking a cigarette:

  • The homeless roamer translated from Dutch by Arno Bohlmeijer

    Someone says I don’t know and the whole

  • New Math

    Out of the place I knew,

  • Ruler of Everything

    The Ruler of Everything proclaims blood-colored

  • Let the Dead Bury the Dead

    Surely she would want to hear one final song, something from the Carpathians, something folkloric about flying

  • Soldier’s Wife in the Aftermath

    After the great war I stepped inside

  • L’Heure Bleue

    Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?

  • (Blessed Are) They Who Preserve

    These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.

  • On Being Mused Upon

    Reading his poems, you recognize yourself

  • Spam Risk

    It was always a risk.

  • The Gifts

    The closet where the black sweaters hang. Where the game of backgammon is played