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  • False Elegy

    I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.

  • Purity | A  Withered  Rose

    Amazing solitude.

  • Eggs

    Eggs in the cakes invoked by Marie Antoinette.

  • Derealization

    I left my body in Barnes & Noble

  • Rue Delambre

    As soon as the plane takes off the city

  • Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020

    Churning along through viscous mud,

  • My Girl

    I was shopping for a castle.

  • SAY

    Says her Tarot reader says

  • TAROT: THE EMPRESS

    Earth pours wet, quick scimitars

  • Lament Sunburns

    The worst I got on a tar roof, mid-July with a bottle

  • Sometimes,

    I’ll crumple the paper before beginning to write

  • 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