TO ANYONE WHO EVER ASKS (If I’m Long Unheard From)
connie, you vanished on an august day in 1970. and for you, i take my pills […]
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Catalogue as landscape
if, when the wife is sleepingthe air hangs above herfull of particles in a sun-driven dance,setting
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29 Palms
The hiss of a last drag cigarette.On our backson an old black and tanNavajo saddle blanketthat
The Cormorant Mimes Letters
He kinks his neck into an S To fly. He produces no oilTo keep his feathers
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Phoenix Junkyard In August
the earth was stainedbrown and black andsmelled faintly of fire in the distance, themouth of the
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White Viola Concerto
In what feels like the twist of a single momentthe season starts the first note of
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