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You sleep tonight
poetry
The Terrible Joints of Your Hand
I want to sing
Song for your ribs
I could love your angry
The Insistence of Cows
The insistence of cows
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I remember my breath making tiny clouds. My hands mittened on the wheel.
Personal
You: the language of trains, the shuddering agains the track and the endless
blue
out of it, out of the blue, he finds me.
boy
he licks the divot of my upper lip.
red
you could wait all winter for the lure
Monet's creation
When Money painted haystacks,
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