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  • “Summer with Monika” translated from Polish by Scotia Gilroy

    we spent the days lying on the hot asphalt, fleeing

  • Things forgotten

    once in another city,

  • Poem of the Quotidian

    Night falls so swiftly in this part of town

  • Untitled |Untitled

    Day as in backwards

  • Corona & At a Time Like This

    A miniscule David without

  • Pathetic Fallacy

    Jog through this suburb at a blue hour

  • Two Poems

    I don’t think I’ll make it,

  • grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent

    a rectangle in an unborn son’s room

  • Coal Bin

    Some witchy and slinky,

  • Poem to Circe IV

    Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.

  • A Brief Portfolio

    What goes with you, cured meats,

  • The Podium

    He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.