ecce homo
i. "the feast of the dead"
poetry
Chopin, Like Milk Straw-Sucked Toward an Ulcer
My eldest, bald from chemo, returns
Plenty of Lava
little wonder a scattered
Set Sail
It was the B-side
No Accident
In the brain's late waking
Larch (the erudite)
Limber spines at the start of day,
Elephant
Some put their trunks in her dead mouth, feed
White Birch (moonchild)
Some calendar girl you turned out to be.
The Crocus as Lewis Carroll
The crocus has come to town. It's at the Savoy
aaskouandy: charms
in the head of a bear, i have found
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