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  • How Sad

    Their kisses were bitterly thin,

  • The Transit Hall on Pier 86

    They say there’s a place in the brain for faces

  • Stopping At Whole Foods on a Snowy Evening

    If commerce, too, has its music, then it’s in kumquat, pine nut, Arctic char,

  • Want

    How do I want you? Let me count the ways.

  • Four From Delos

    Saw the ring of her

  • Mr. Palomar’s Wave

    A long time ago, I went with my aunt to hear

  • The Last Photograph

    a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”

  • Before Things Got Bad

    After the mayor closed all the parks

  • Practicing Eights

    After I almost died, it was hard

  • VANISHING POINT

    I learned it in art class, second grade,

  • Timetable

    Somebody dies, for example, or is gone

  • Language Is a Form of Walking, Even at Age of 87 and Three, in One Story

    At 30, she learns to rewrite herself in a phonetic language,