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Little theories / arranged by bones: / can you hear them? / The canary in conversation / with a hungry beast / swallows–a gesture / so blank, it…
Overnight, the wind lifted the sand / from the shoreline onto the street. / Cars pass while I run against / a staggering flow of morning traffic. /…
In a moment the world will release / the wreckage of one rose, one dish, one dobsonfly onto the kitchen floor.One bolt of lightening will hitthe…
I Got Dressed This Morning For You
Birds, / seventeen / // red-crests / singing / // wear / the dress / // the one / you feel / // sleek in / like an eel / // a…
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