In the Dream Room of the Past
She's an archipelagonian. Work shifts.
poetry
Melodrama is Foreign to My Nature
How authentic are bunny ears
Lost Marsupials (The Marvels of Santa Rosa)
In the market they appear
the place of commencement
say:
the place of commencement
beginning
Sunday Drive as Executioner
The stars are sharper since we left--they fracture our windshield, deflate
A Stroke of Lack
A chronic glitch left her right
Human of the Hubble Deep Field
the day I crossed out asteroid
Thomas A. Swift's Electrical Rifle
We daydreamt rocket cars.
Pencil on my Path
Under the lush canyon canopy
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