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on video my cousin is singing a song she’s learned by heart. she’s maybe four. I don’t know where to begin. this pond behind her, perhaps? that in my memory is the size of a fire pit. or maybe, here, in the d...
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I ain’t been talked to in so long my wife’s kid thinks I have amnesia. ain’t been touched since Ohio’s ramshackle symbolism swallowed up some organ donor’s shadow. I went yesterday to a ...
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every stick I throw
a ghost
of my grandfather’s
wand---
I don’t throw many
it is not a sight
to see
not some cow nudging awake the weakest deer
not pipe tobacco, not smoke, not that spider
...
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