Simple
She declined to continue eating
poetry
/slippage/
boy at the door, eighteen maybe, shirtsleeves and no gloves
The Girl Who Cuts Your Hair
every other Friday
Sausage-Man
Meat with dirty
Relativity
The first time you say
Dumb-Waiter
Mouse dust, old coats, closed
Ephemeroptera
In the beginning I was very young, I whispered:
"Cracked"
I was a whole, a cypher, a white know
Filial son
You bear your father's memory like a full bowl
String theory
Thought
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