nothing survived
nothing survived in the summer of 86 i discovered french everything i had a young teacher who happened into my net and cheap apartment off rue saint-denis we studied…
specific sequences
specific sequences specific sequences letters thoughts prayers places we'll never go how do poems open a vein flooded by a photograph colors water sound loneliness in this sequence of…
poetry dog
poetry dog listened for the sound of my bed squeaking he would be right there curling up beside me after a few good turns i didn't need to read…
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