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  • Just Before Sunset in December

    It must have something to do with the angle of the earth

  • Dust

    You return with us to the grave,

  • Early Elegy: Telephone Booth | Early Elegy: Cursive

    Its remains: a plexiglass crypt robbed

  • Stone Cross

    Remember your village of always uphill,

  • Block Party

    Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up

  • Dear Meat

    What's your point?

  • The Loneliness of His Death

    I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go

  • Undersong

    lintel/cromlech, arch & splay

  • Sharp Noises at Night

    When I travel to the Midwest, trains

  • Memorial Bench

    Suzanne and Half Zantop loved sitting here—

  • Earth, Temple, Gods

    A woman's feet, in lace-up sandals made of stone.

  • Skin and Arioso

    I am sending off my blood for the story of who I am.