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Paradise LostAdam was sitting / in the blue recliner— / his eyes, glazed donuts / of dissatisfaction—he / held a

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Apr 14, 2012

Bobby PinThe minimalism of / a bobby pin—only / holding what it / can—but no woman / will underrate its / ste

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Apr 3, 2012

PrettinessI often wonder, / sometimes, if I’m / pretty. / My mother and / friends will tell me / it’s a silly

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Mar 31, 2012

Reflection on LoveLove, I don’t / know what to do / with you—we sit / at a table, me and / you, and I examine / your f

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Mar 31, 2012

AdmissionsTo the people / who will reject / me—I am not / mad. I understand / that there are / writers better

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Mar 10, 2012

Мой ОдеттаIf I ever commit / suicide, it will be to / the sound of Swan Lake’s / finale, but all the rest of /

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Mar 8, 2012

Uneaten MacaroonsWhite girls can get stuck too, / the same way that no money / sandwiches you between two / slices of

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Feb 22, 2012

ArchaeologyIt is a peculiar / thing reading a / poem—how at first / we stare at it like / a clock—the symmetry

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Feb 22, 2012

Southern California ElegyThe stanzas of the / mountains—I cannot / read them they are / too smart for me, too / high. / The g

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Feb 22, 2012

#7You dwell in / sorrow, and so / I cannot understand / You, because / I want to / live in mansions /

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Feb 22, 2012

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