A Small, Bounded Space
she was right, and I pray I’ve learned the lesson
money comes and money goes
couldn’t tell you what the bill was, or where the money went,
but I think about those brown leather pumps once …
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Dead by Magic
And in case they don’t work, says my landlord
about the peanut-butter baited no-kill traps
under the sink & beside the laundry, there’s always
the snap-traps, more humane than poison, no
suffering—there’s even a kind where you don’t see…
Gulf of
While you try to sing underwater, I make myself the unkeepable
promise: we will wake to the war’s end, knowing what happened.
You hold up your face, a plastic almost citizen. I run a lip of land
to be taken …
