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  • Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah:  Smackdown vs. Raw

    At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no

  • What, Me?

    When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.

  • Lush & Fair-Flung

    You’re thinking of drunks,

  • OLD LOVE LETTERS

    I too have my stack

  • The Only One

    In the stories of old there were always three.

  • Eating the Madeleine

    I remember the scut of it:

  • Rats

    Sudden underfoot, this one cries back

  • It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]

    I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.

  • Three Poems

    A little man was sleeping in the bright sunlight

  • Trouble

    And so it took shape, & from what.

  • Heroic Register

    I imagine a bed in the middle of a room.

  • A Brief Portfolio

    the afternoons are perfect