Facing It
My black face fades,
poetry
Tu Do Street
Music divides the evening.
Dead Reckoning II
In a half-broken room of the hospice
Old Haunt, Rebuilt
On most Tuesdays we eat shitake maki
The Scuffle
March is nesting season. Between barbs,
From Exile
On the adjustable deathbed, the call button's so far north,
Memorial Library 1948
he was thinking of the smell
Out of our senses
we can see
today they took hatay teyze
today
The Dog Act
I'm the warm-up act.
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