conVERSE

Lighthouse

November 07, 2017

the sea, bobbed among crevices and ducked
my dull head under piers which crawled
with shiny lichen and a fish broken off from schools
of thought or spurned off a wave’s back.

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Bloodline

October 24, 2017

On the way to Allston, we changed tires
only because the old ones were clogged
with ambrosial gasoline, and we couldn’t drink
enough to replace the taste of cheap wine.

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Object Permanence II

October 10, 2017

and a country remains if you lie still enough

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Object Permanence

September 29, 2017

between my fingers, and its wings

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Mother

April 18, 2017

of sea—slimy and unintelligible.
Mass of gray. Overhead, gulls

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