"my ghost drives around with a bag of dead fish
falling neutrinos drift through the trees
he staggers and reels, runs up credit card bills
and clogs up the toilet with bottles of pills..."My Ghost
"we came in this world together
legs wrapped around each other
my cheek against my sister's
we were born like tangled vine..."Stalled
"the giant of Illinois
died from a blister on his toe
after walking all day throughthe first winter's snow
throwing bits of stale breadto the last speckled doves..."|
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