That Old Pain
Uncovering a crime she'd
poetry
when making ends meet
lying underneath her body and its stars(the famous flesh of her,
Four Minute Love Poem (World on Mute)
On the wharf our feet like hummingbirds found air and leapt.
temperature
Your eyes are like the way I feel when it snows. A child,
Underthings
After his wife left him, he broke
Cottonwood
Split husks: seed hangs
June 15
The dandelions glow. Seedlings
Walking Down to Acheron
I walk along a road leading down to the river
Marchland
Backs turned on
Eve Becoming
Pain's a tattoo right up the spine
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