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You: the language of trains, the shuddering agains the track and the endless

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I remember my breath making tiny clouds. My hands mittened on the wheel.

The Terrible Joints of Your Hand

I want to sing

Bull Island

So that I made a poem of Bull Island, he died there.

i. Eagle (from "Towards an Aviary")

With rare crepuscular exceptions, all

Once it mattered

Once it mattered that we find a way out of the forest.

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poetry

Personal

Auto Biographies

The Insistence of Cows

Song for your ribs

The Terrible Joints of Your Hand

Cyclopedia

Knabe

Bull Island

i. Eagle (from "Towards an Aviary")

Once it mattered

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