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Memoryexpand_moreYeats on Wilde
“The basis of literary friendship is mixing the poisoned bowl.”
You Can’t Keep Going Like This
Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.
You Never Told Me If There Was Any Moon in Baltimore
Sweet breath hard breath. Every breath a stone-cold bird in thaw.
You Remember the Pin Mill
Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.
Your Ghost
She was painting a bedroom, trying to be a good mother, wife, Catholic.
Youth
“O youth! The strength of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it!”
Zee to A
Dr. Zee knows his son is struggling up out of some chemical fog.
