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We lie on a fallen beachwithin the sooty winds of the east.
What makes a war-stroke cityso human and inhuman?
Far missiles are weavingthe heavens...
Cicada Summer
Like cicadas, I just want to cry and cry too:
through the whole month of June, I unleashed
gnarls of heartache from my throat
until the...
Parental Advisory
The polyurethane made us white
as bloated fish. As quick-dry glue-
spiked hair. In summer we peeled
and put gyms in our tongues. Boys
ringed their eyes...
