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Indira

Everyone roared at her wit. Ravenous children prowled like tigers.

Inside a Lateness, a Singing under Snow

Under pillows of snow, the creek shushes the sharp architecture of ice.

Interpretation of a Painted Landscape

A landscape values people at the level that it values other things.

Intertext

This box is full of wires, energy that moves in ways I can hardly fathom.

Intimate Tyrannies

Unwall the summer in blue threading, gift of someone who loved me.

Into the After

I wondered if the coyotes and deer were mourning the loss of Steve.

Io and Other Poems

Her body is no longer the source of pleasure but constant pain.

Ipi Ntombi

The sounds of Africa exploded around the white men and women.

It Moves the Same

I could throw one of these rocks at the moon and watch it fall.

It’s Old to Be Ugly and Fat and Lonely and Uncomfortable

Everything white is a white spider. The spider spins regardless of color.

Izola

Who cared about a whiff of male exertion and motor oil? Not Lana.

I’ll Take Best Picture, Please

They believed that the American movie should be taken seriously.

James Salter

The power to alter one’s life comes from a paragraph, a lone remark.

Jimena

I never left my wife, and she never left me, but this isn’t exactly true.

Judith and Holofernes

Sometimes I wonder if he—my father—looks back on that moment.

Just Going Out

I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.

Kaleidoscope

they released themselves so knowingly into the soft wet air

Keeping Up

Each Kardashian is completely capable of being alone at night.

Kicking Bear and Short Bull Give Their Testimony

Charge the ground till it glitters. It was God’s pleading in that rink.

Last Acre

What a noise it must have made long ago. It’s not just me saying this.

Latinera

She has beautiful cheekbones, but her eyes are nearly colorless.

Letter to Ruth Stone

Another light is growing out of their shadows. You can hear it.

Library

I dream a sonnet made of buttons posed stiff against its milky plastic sky.

Lichen Song

I stay gripped to pine and the sugar of existence runs through you.

Life Is Meals

The wine was administered to Theo’s lips, and then the rest of us.

Light as Imagined through a Body of Ice

An expansion into light, or we could have been, or were for a moment.

Linoleum

She was so beautiful and sweet to us. I remember she laughed a lot.

Lipstick Bathroom

The white geometry of caulk between bathroom tiles—I’m held in place.

Listening and Other Poems

Break me like bread. Take me apart. Strip each rib down to light.

Little Fuckers

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”