Tag: Memory
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Day 4
let us begin here, at the temple of helplessness, to grieve proper the angels caught unawares, before awareness even
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Day 3
trucks on the freeway, flat land stretched out beyond i find myself looking out a window between my world and yours
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Day 2
tiny pools of snow along wind-battered off-ramp — tired gas station among the rows of corn stalks — I count each gust, each bluster
Poems from in between 