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  • A Snow Woman

    A window on a side yard in winter.

  • Braid Him Into the Earth

    Knee-high coffin of wicker, earth-boat floating through the woods.

  • Country of Other Arrangements and Spinach Salad

    I used to be neatly folded, sound

  • The Occupant Imagines the House as a Great Fish & Eight Things…

    It has already swallowed a century, each year a silver iridescent scale.  For eight, she has lived in its belly,

  • But the Avant-Garde

    did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,

  • Almost Lost Moment

    coming back in an incidental way,

  • POSTCARD

    always the dark body hewn asunder; always

  • Getting Old, Thinking of Keats

    Even though I’m old now

  • Two Poems

    The sky spills a certain sadness after sunset,

  • A Nun to be Named

    I’ve been thinking about the nun who wouldn’t let me pee in fifth grade.

  • The Doorway | Wants

    Two things she wanted among the left-behinds when her parents moved

  • Why I Hate Nudist Camps

    Wayne had already flung off his t-shirt, pulled off his black Khakis to set up our tent—I can work faster if I'm naked