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  • Antonio Gamoneda, from Book of the Cold (World Poetry Books, May 2022) translated from Spanish by Katherine M. Hedeen and Víctor Rodríguez Núñez

    You smell the wet linens, your acids.

  • Big Finish

    Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed

  • Vesuvius

    No gazette ran the story,

  • What Was Left Out

    was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money

  • Suburban Landscape, Summer

    Me, young and girlish, flesh not yet mourning.

  • THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR

    The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a

  • Field Dressing

    Dispatch animal

  • GETTING READY THE HOUSE

    My friend goes to visit his grave

  • UBI AMOR IBI OCULUS EST

    Flumes of the late night

  • The Barn

    No one just Mary

  • Summer circa 1967-2xxx

    My mother & the other ladies

  • Family

    None of my friends called their grandmother Nana.