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Psaltery & Lyre

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feast

feast of a million small creeks

The Right Sky

I have cultivated shadows / that never came to fruit.

How To Quilt Memories: Instructions For My Mother

Step 1: Cut as many large sections as you can from my six nursing school uniforms, blue-and-white seersucker dresses with white cotton aprons buttoned to the waistband.

Two Poems

my secret / footprints, / dark blue / hard metallic

WE HAD TO LEAVE

It came to be widely believed that we were Something’s experiment, in which case the stars and the trees and the grass and the birds knew everything we wished to know.

Eveningtime

I will reach into the clock, my hand through it like water

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