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  • So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It

    What will it be, the thing they say

  • Why are white butterflies always in pairs

    Above the Morning Glory.  I’ve wondered this

  • The Elms | For the Collection

    Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations

  • For the Child Molester

    Let him sleep right through it—

  • A Catalogue

    You wrote me a letter in a very fast hand

  • Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell

    Were it not for his silver hair

  • Of Course

    If I wake at 3, ephemerality

  • Of Silk and Missive & Between Tree and Rocket

    Did our adolescent lips heat once or more under one or many star falls between sands on a northern American

  • View From a Shrinking Floe

    Beyond the boats freed from the dripping ice

  • Valediction in Guatemala

    We say goodbye in front

  • On Chanukah

    Isn’t fire itself

  • Isle of the Narrator

    It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,