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I am whaling away at myself under the welcome desk and stealing jewelry from the plastic case. Fondling it like live dimes. Plunging the clicker as…
I am Adam Lanza’s Mother
When I am the tragedy that has forgotten its name / When my tongue no longer sees / There are sharp teeth that could take it hostage / When the…
I Found Fire in Those Flames
In that period / I didn’t have milk on my cereal / And I didn’t have cereal / / My wheels were turning slowly / In the other direction / / …
One tree waves at the forest floor without the wind. The pine trees are wax statues of each other. Forethought heaps up inside me until a leather…
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