city 88 Your car long gone You hear from your father about a city that has One raccoon no cinema
city 85 Your body won't change if in your dream There are many people * city 86 Hand, hand, bar of soap. Some fish are never Hungry * city 87 Even god's children get their death from books
city 84 City of my grandmother, grandfather, aunt. City of my human year's dog. Death has never known what it's looking for. Believes it will remember
city 81 I forget to eat and god says I am swimming * city 82 The sleep I do in my sleep I can't carry this * city 83 My son's wrist Was a flower But vanished
city 80 How quietly they eat This far, even From the birdwatcher's strangled son
city 79 Instead something joins the body And two places Die
city 76 Our waiting and our leaving The moment they meet * city 77 Occasionally the odd ghost that worships blood and glue * city 78 I can't always find the year I believed in god
from nearby 2008 bc I can't stop being old and done with writing NOSTALGIA my father he was in this poem yesterday so deeply that I- damn. they repo even dark.
city 74 In its shadow grief the window in the open Mirror * city 75 Rabbit, microscope, flower. In that order.
city 69 Crow, with seashell * city 70 or 71 The short past of my body in the small of yours A baby chewing on its hand in pile of leaves * city 72 and 73 The boy has one mouse All named Cigarette
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