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a dove collects

its nest egg

upon the skeleton of a hummingbird.

. . .

from "Wild Kingdom" by Tyrone Williams

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signs: merciless thirst,

gorging hunger, swollen ankles,

what the folks down south

call sugar.

. . .

from "Mama’s Boy" by Tyrone Williams

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Of my fair and alabaster love?

My redundant chains drawn in chalk?

. . .

from "Descant" by Tyrone Williams

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feet I wanted.

Guess these shoes

will have to have.

. . .

from "Written By H'Self" by Tyrone Williams

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but taking a programmatic approach to getting it

would be despicable and none of it would ever get to you   

. . .

from "The Fatalist: Home whose names are produced by motion" by Lyn Hejinian

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Many frantic cruelties occur to the flesh of the

            imagination

. . .

from "Elegy" by Lyn Hejinian

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surpassing things we've known before

passing on its effect

is experience

. . .

from "constant change figures" by Lyn Hejinian

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You get home, that’s when you notice the mold.

Too late, in other words.

. . .

from "Dawn" by  Louise Glück

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Someone should teach you how to act in bed.

What I think is you should

keep your extremities to yourself.

. . .

from "Anniversary" by Louise Glück

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Bravo! the door is shut.

Now nothing escapes, nothing enters—

. . .

from “Afterword” by Louise Glück

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Chaos was what I saw.

My brush froze—I could not paint it.

Darkness, silence: that was the feeling.

. . .

from "Afterword" by Louise Glück

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Crows, crows, crows, crows

. . .

from "Fall" by Ed Ochester

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No doubt arrogance will produce submission; and there are men who take other men at the price those other men put upon themselves

. . .

from "Trump in the 19th Century" by Ed Ochester

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One lies broken in the snow; others surround it, screeching.

. . .

from "Planes Fly in Formation over My Backyard, As in War Movies" by Maureen Seaton

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A nemesis can do that for you, make things taste different. Suddenly you’re

a hero/ine. All this devastation—and you’re still standing in the middle of it.

. . .

from "Sweet World" by Maureen Seaton

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The idea that we’re moving between horizons and the Earth is so wise she sends us

. . .

from "Fiddleheads" by Maureen Seaton

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modest success with a late

parasitic moth we will soon

find out if all this

is true

. . .

from "Advances" by Keith Waldrop