Poem in Which I Try to Bring Back the Dead
Poem in Which a Decision Has Been Reached
Poem in Which Everything is at Odds

Going to Commune with the Moon
In This Embodiment

Sans Animal

The Seminal, but Not Decided Upon,
Product of Our Times

For Now



Your Hair Stuck in a Map

Fourteen Totaled Strangers Gathering
Under Linden

Windows Aren't Necessarily French
Poetry Cliches

Flower Cart
Flower Cart
There I Was Unrequited
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