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Wine

The Body’s Small Purposes

The Great Fire

Litany

Famine

The Jeweled Net Of Indra

Big Breasts

An Hour After Breakfast

He says, “I know your tricks, old woman. / You’re trying to starve me.” / Because he has forgotten, again, / that he has eaten.

Beyond The Glove

Selected Poems

Wounded like me, willing to talk, knowing / What a scarecrow cancer is, how people don’t / Want to linger near that kind of news, including / Friends who mean well, look away, act as if / They can’t hear, humming in their ear, “You’re / Human, human, human, you poor thing,

— from “Fellows”