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Why there is still all this space inside me, I don’t know
You did everything right. You strung
the poles, bought the bait and made it
by sunup to fish the bank facing the fork
I still believe the dead don’t miss
people the way the living do
Sometimes passion is a padded room
I told myself
that I was done
the illusionist
comforted us with stagecraft
rabbits and mirrors
The angels are carved
directly in the walls, suffocated by brass.
Everything is a different kind of gold
the mummified lovers
of Pompeii were found to be two men