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  • To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse

    I’ve watched a shy horse

  • Poems from My Deathbed (and Just Beyond)

    More than ever cherishing

  • The Podium

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

  • The Remaining Breast

    I was showing my sister something about my breasts.

  • One for André Breton

    Always for the first time

  • You, Reader, As I Imagine You

    Why is it awkward to acknowledge

  • Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine

    Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up

  • Old Lithographed Landscape & Woolgathering

    A causeway wavers all the tilted days

  • Zero Plus Anything is a World

    Four less one is three.

  • Thomas Hardy in the Dorset County Museum

    Turned sideways in a desk chair,

  • Polar Bear & Memento Mori: Stradivarius

    I am relieved. For twenty-seven years,

  • Mother Doesn’t Bite

    I bite instead and she needs salt,