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Good year to have a job / like monger, wear a cloak, / be alopecic, strafe the heath / in a bird mask lancing boils. / Sometimes we get born…
Let’s say one’s mind is an office of Late Brutalist design. Let’s say it is being built. One knows it’s being built by the drills’ muffled…
Notes Toward Basic Betterness
The way the anglerfish might rather be / just the light it hangs in the Atlantic night, // or the moon might want to live as only / the cloistered…
Reading Dante in the ICU
Today I’d like to talk for a while about death / among the gift shop’s plush koalas and chrysanthemums, / its aisles and aisles of light-dazed…
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