Now We Are Replaced
Now we are replaced
Tracy Thompson
Open Letter
Dear America, until a machine
First love
I won't obscure how it was
Violet
That is Violet, the village whore
Lake Veronica
Lake Veronica, blond
The Father
Seated alone, dusk, at his table
Orpheus
If Orpheus throws a bean
A Central Oak
Is a tree forming
The Criminal
Because I told them I believed in death,
So Little love
O the dead blood was in ferment
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