June 2020

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Poem | The Proof Cloth

Judge not. Or judge // that part of love which, when adrenaline / and worry boil off, still wants some remnant, relic, / to itself
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Poem | Aftermaths

I go to the window. For a moment the world / only my backyard, such a gold as I have seen / behind the heads of saints in medieval paintings,
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