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20 Mar 2017
Ground of blood and mother’s wails, the rush / of suited skeletons, lining to their next daily death
13 Mar 2017
A conductor stares into / the whites of the soldier’s eyes / on the six a.m. commute
6 Mar 2017
Take care of your tagmas / and sharpen your flames, / circumvent, if you can, the red giants’ call.
27 Feb 2017
it helps to think of yourself as a painting / impressionists, renaissance, flesh adored / in wild color and gorgeous light
20 Feb 2017
Which is the way love is, / destroying half your / world, by accident
13 Feb 2017
Salt-tears. / Coconut offerings. / The hunger-pang of unanswered prayer.
6 Feb 2017
before fighting crime, he takes off his binder puts on a wig pulls on clothes he's glad he didn't throw away.
30 Jan 2017
I heard once, a rupture chooses who it wants to break.
30 Jan 2017
Both our natal goddesses / fell to shivering lands / whose coasts are swallowed / and subsumed by floods
30 Jan 2017
They flung his head onto his rust-kissed beater truck / like a drummer’s mallet smacks leather
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