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  • Wraith

    I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,

  • A Sampler

    As you hold your breath, like a watchman waiting for sunrise. Let’s replace immediacy with a swift cataclysm, replace

  • America

    America, I have a friend for whom everything went south

  • Bruised Fruit

    These sun-poached pages like an old address book

  • CATAFALQUE

    Angel of the gap thrills to floodwaters

  • For D, reading poems

    When I was a kid, only a flu could buy me

  • Licks

    We each were given three licks

  • Mid-March

    If, when I sit here in my study

  • Blown Away

    There’s something stuck in my throat, it might be the red-eyed

  • Beards & The Gospel According to Ian Fleming

    During my sleep, the entire world had been taken over by full beards.

  • On Thumbing Through Smith’s Recognizable Patterns of Human Malformation

    And what of the bird-headed dwarfs

  • Remedios Varo’s Locomotion Capilar (1959)

    Riding the bicycles of their beards,