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  • What We Do with What We Are

    I did not get better.

  • The Russian Senior Building. Newark, NJ | Mercury

    Those who are younger-younger play their bingo,

  • Code

    At last it's just me and the alphabet.

  • More Nights Than Days and Turn It Up

    At the end of my street, they cut the trees.

  • Afterimage

    Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some

  • when you ask me if you are a good father & cook up meets god

    look     we know how this will play out

  • 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.

  • It’s Not Just Trains

    The ticket office was closing

  • The Albino Squirrel

    Bury it, I said.  In the field.  No,

  • Unexceptional

    Except we were in love, or so it seemed.

  • THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD

    It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped

  • Pitty-Pat

    Oleander to the death of horses