Hospital Ad Nauseum
You love them
poetry
One Among Pencils: An Ode to Them
There will come a rigescent hour
The Morning Devours
The wind shrieks up and down the house
Temporary Wives
Everyone knew the sound of your name, Han Sung,
Tanker wake
Having run out of things to talk about,
Came back a bird
Called, they chased the youngest
Why I Did It
God, it felt good flinging that Chinese plant pot
Transients
The artificial lake is looking awful
Leda
The classroom window sill: two pigeons, fucking.
Extension Courses
Call them stupid, but they both knew what they needed,
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