The police are driving around
stern after their disorganized childhoods
arresting people for bad posture;
with their passkeys they slip into homes
as they're moved, having heard some snatch
of Gounod, an idea by Kirwan on the radio
to stand inc [...]
I have spent my life
in a foolish, evil, and crazy manner
of false alarms, chasing the remuda
off the runway with a spade, lying about my feelings
and finally in the bunker of the double-log root cellar
moving the cartons of Coke to get at th [...]
My mother tells the story
of the morning in Louisiana during the war
when she walked her brother's old albino dog
to one of the deserted airfields.
He followed a scent down the runway
to the water, where the fringe of marsh sargasso
had collapsed, t [...]
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