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The Man in Hopper’s “Office in a Small…
A kiss or rather the ruins of one: a swirl of dust in sunlight, perhaps, as it mingles with the stifled love-cries of a hotel painting / above…
Once I watched my neighbor, returned / from the Gulf, bring a weathered length / of scrap two-by-four down, without / hesitating, upon the…
In this life, nothing / need be forgiven. Not / the streetlights’ high murmur / or the rattle of shopping carts / / windblown across the…
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