Poetry

TWO POEMS

Augury// Birds came to snap their necks against our windows because we’d built this house,...

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HANDS

When I went mad it was my hands who suffered the most. I would wash them sometimes twice three...

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TWO POEMS

The Modern Wolf Melon shoes stomping all over the cup crinkled oak, we are invincible...

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THE BODY AT SIXTEEN

finds the quickest way to touch—has rock weight to be thrown again and again soon he will realize...

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