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Jessie's avatar

Ugh yesssss. I am so thrilled for this. This was so good: “And so poetry became an exercise in leaving the right holes. In blurring the heron so it might be someone's crane, or their stork, or the egret named "Edith" who walks the pond behind their grandmother's home”

I can’t wait!!!

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Louis Wittig's avatar

who ascended to the porcelain throne upon you abdication? wad the throne still warm?

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