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Corpse Flowers and Grackles
Their cries want to be something else—the shrill of brakes, a crooked / cop’s static, the thump of a convict’s body off Highway I / down…
A Crawdad’ll Hold Until It Hears Thunder
Don’t speak / rudely to the dead, you whisper, / as if humor goes with the soul. Say soul is a crawdad scared / backward into the sawed half of…
Snipers in the Arrangement
I / / Dumb cane: cause of the lost cat voice. The cry / / will return as the poisonous plant / rinses free of your cat’s larynx. For the…
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