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Detergent suicide is all / the rage, haven't you / heard? Teenagers leave / notes warning of the gristle rotted / egg smell that could send…
under the larches
come spring woods will / tell: from dark mouths of angels / / erupts the realm of impulse, its own sop within / the skull, every last…
the left coast
Jen put me / on the train after the kind man in silly goggles took links out of her watch in the mall. She and I spent our first decade of life…
for dzhan in honor / of the birth of her son / / I. / / “We stopped in our tracks and carved.” / Outside, white. Quiet man painted pale…
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