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  • BORN ON

    The twelfth of July, like Neruda, wouldn’t

  • DEATH MARCH

    Carry her the way it has to hurt:

  • I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body

    At the last house,

  • For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves

    Welcome all who have traveled the long road

  • On the Banks of the Allegheny

    We had started over again—

  • Potato | The Surface

    I do not want to finish my potato,

  • The Other Hemisphere & Like California

    It shut us up, the new, dumbed us

  • Salons

    Your friends are all sitting

  • Not the Way it Was

    Today I overheard a conversation

  • Yellowphant and Don’t Forget

    The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,

  • Ophelia

    Where stars sleep on the calm black waters,

  • Five Orgasms after reading Lydia Davis

    You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late.