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  • Two Poems

    My brain is such a bully—wash your face, comb your hair,

  • Childhood

    A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,

  • Morning Hunger

    Why not in the icy clarity of morning,

  • What Was Left Out

    was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money

  • Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)

    i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the

  • Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall

    Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck

  • Sweet Nothings

    I whispered to your offered ear

  • The Trolley

    It was stuck and what with rationing and brownouts

  • Extreme Close-up

    All the things I love about his face come from movement:

  • World on a String, 2012

    Thunder, and my cats, pure products of America,

  • Babel of Signs

    Skirting the coast desperate for fresh food

  • Nesting & a triptych

    At my parents’ house nothing is in boxes, nothing is packed.