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I Do Not Tire Quickly

Even if your heart is messy, I will clean it up.

Bush Poem, City Poem, Hospital Poem

The significant end was approaching./Nobody said as much on television…

Ape Ancestry, My Refinery

With a flush/and a rush of/nocturnal swirl,/apes gape through…

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The Brooklyn Rail

SEPT 2005

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