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  • Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself

    If the vamp and rub of planets,

  • What’s Real? | Is Nothing Sacred Anymore?

    This question didn’t much interest me

  • Potato | The Surface

    I do not want to finish my potato,

  • Nurse at a Bus Stop

    The slow traffic takes a good long look.

  • Dew Point

    Because of the nipple crust riming a girl’s

  • Four a.m. and 40 Years Later

    Driving into my old city yesterday

  • The Old Thoughts

    Immersed, called forth—

  • Paean for the Players

    The pale actor’s mouth

  • Fairy Tale

    Would that squat toad, before my eyes,

  • In the Vanguard

    It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a

  • Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership

    You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island

  • Albatross

    Driving toward