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Rest Cure

As far as I was concerned you need never have been my father.

Return to Halalai

It’s difficult to be blessed by Madam Pele. She gives wonderful trouble.

Reunion and Other Poems

I keep waking up on the edge of the black lake. He’s on the other side.

Rhymes with Thigh Gap and Other Poems

Richard II

The website said November was a good time for appreciating bark.

Ringworm and the Blue Madonna

Nothing was permanent, no friend I made, no math test I took.

River Song

Remember that innocence is risky, memory inconclusive.

Road to Somewhere Else

Kenny Wade makes do with short-term schemes and part-time work.

Road’s End

The roads have come to an end now, they don’t go any farther.

Robert Burns

Any invented quotation, played with confidence, can deceive.

Romeo to His Juliet

Let’s span a time with each other. The mutual will give us pleasure.

Rosemary

A wildness and all the ways I could never be classy enough for pearls.

Rumor of Blood

The boys came down out of the woods and crossed toward the dock.

Russell Chatham the Painter, Recently Hospitalized, Emerges from Seven-Figure Debt and Alcoholism, Ready to Paint

An eye trained only for darkness makes for a lesser path, in art as in life.

Sagrada Familia

“Look in my eyes. Do I look like someone who has heard this story?”

Saint Consequence

Now the scalpel is slippery; how will I know where to make the cuts?

Salt and Other Poems

A question will render in a throat before blowing out its socket.

Salt Lick

Salt lick inquest skill-step stalks. All flit, vanish: footfall’s fault.

Samaritan

Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.

Satellites

The alert says Warning: Wild Exotic Animals Loose.

Say Yes and Her Dog

Tobias Wolff

Schooling

Sing to your sisters in the water, let your arms and lashes flutter.

School’s Out

Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.

Sea Mud

Her body too, a mystery in motion. But does she own her body?

Search Party

Christ is not alive but the she-blood is. Slow down and swerve to miss her.

Seasonal Diptych

The sun falls back and vanishes like the men in my family who’ve died.

Sedna at the Juneau Cold Storage Dock

Jenifer Browne Lawrence

Seek Higher Ground

The road is covered with lake water that reaches Gloria’s calves.

Self-Reliance and Other Virtues

The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.

Separation and Other Poems

On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.