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Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Ferns | Cycle
Wind thrums
Linda Pastan
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
A VARIATION | MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED | HART CRANE
Why ask to know, twin and neighbor,
William Louis-Dreyfus
Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976
It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape
Nicolas Born
YOUR PROBABILITY AMPLITUDE | A fragment from The Llatease of Homey, from a recently discovered Mycenaean text.
I glance and
Larissa Shmailo
Genesis and The Anonymous City
God made the world with his mouth.
Megan Pinto
Father and Analysand
Shy in houndstooth, white hair and a smoke
Joan Houlihan
Boys’ Room
French doors, curtains, panes of glass.
Hoyt Rogers
Stonesuck
It’s of course tempting
Mark Everett Wittmer
THE HARVARD CLASSICS
My grandfather bought a set for his living room,
William Trowbridge
Mouth & Nomadic Reverie
Molar: a grinding tooth at the back of a mammal’s mouth.
Cynthia Cruz
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