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The American Poetry Review2 min de lecture
Five Poems
at some point my translationsand my notes flew directly to my ear another dayalone in these white chairs I rest on sandan island rests upon the waterI remember all the kinds of wind the light could makeif I walk by different streetsthe gardens I coul
The American Poetry Review2 min de lecture
A Personal History Of Breathing
We woke to life in the 80s. The air dyingfrom industry & industry dying. Train brakesgroaning to a stop & that singular scentof horses, their muscular lather & manuremoving down river to Mississippi. Our grandfathers chain-smoked Viceroys in the hous
The American Poetry Review2 min de lecture
Two Poems
I was naked in bed, where I panic less,reading, and wanting to go somewhere funnext summer, because fun will help us age. Let us go to Kraków together,since I know a little Polish,I know the word “cupcake” in Polish is babeczka— babeczka, I say to my