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  • What Was Left Out

    was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money

  • Stairway

    In those days, so many stairways were said to lead to happiness, mainly of a sexual kind—and as I climbed those

  • I’ve Lived Long with the Dead | The Word Stays Here

    I’ve lived long with the dead. I know their

  • The Orders of the Ordinary

    Death seemed no more

  • Salvation, in B#

    Bigtime Baltimore, new

  • Two Views of Bercy

    It seems that the sun has stopped and will move no more

  • Tchaikovsky’s Fifth, On Freud’s Birthday [May 5] & In Vienna

    The first movement of Tchaikovsky’s

  • Threnody and Sylvia Plath

    The train coach, Jean—empty except for you,

  • A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches

    Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste

  • The Year We Went Without Retiring

    The light was so entitled and the air so inflated and full of itself, you might have thought we were in Florida or back at the Tri-City Drive-in off 495 where we would watch adult flicks and you would get sick in the tall grass from the lack of kissing or a soundtrack.

  • Black Apples & Landing

    Dropping to the red earth, these, the night bearing

  • Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain

    When blue hangs around me, I am