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Whirr, whirr the Heartland’s / being mowed up by wind turbines. / / Then, a kid chasing, I opened my shin to the bone / on the ball hitch of…
A Good Catholic Confession
The interventionist gods we know / get statue still / like trampled grass in herd dreams / we can’t quite remember. / We glow with American sin /…
Five-to-six men surround us at all times. Even as we drive, there are two-to-three men behind us, two-to-three men in front. The mountains range,…
I’m Really Trying Tonight
Is there a friend in this poem? Can I make a friend here? / Can you play through the lines a second time / and find an ending / that wasn’t here…
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