her face is oil, gleaming over the plate -- he takes long stock of arbitrated beefstock, the tender cuffedaioli shoots in glaze. less so, her melting face puffy body, weird drainof eyes down her face. I took her, new girl tremblingat auditions, when she was whole. the hole began when I left for fields, she… Continue reading poem: serotonin
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poem: molly
australian shepherd, destroyer of worlds & (stuffed) lambs little sentinel, keeping watch over the sun-bent deckwith her ears pressed back. the whole of the world isbehind her — myself, typing. my sisters painting and my mother, hanging the blue-whorled swedish plates. all of us, her little women. she was bornin larger skies — hung over the… Continue reading poem: molly
the last pavilion 