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In these days of / sleeping in closets, / huddled to memory / like boxed papers, / / it is to read through old notes / on apple crisp and…
This city is not my language. / Under my fingernails there / are no pink / / lines; in my walk I cross / no targets / held in blocks, gone…
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nothing else seems to remind me of / hands along brick and glass bottles / legs of legs and sleep and dreams / / ocean wide open and toes /…
stories about things
…and / once your mistakes are considered / sins / you’ll be free(r) / to(o) / suffer …in your room full of laughter / / / / I’m…
three possible endings
go like green / then return like conspiracy / / this moment rests along her hands / around this tablecloth / / how her voice tends to be…
35. [second draft/final draft]
I used to pray every night / and now / I try to just think / I might have to be alone / / with my hands lost / their still gestures / …
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