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Kinesis with Garden Implements

I want to bring the duality of us together, not spar with language.

Kiss

They give me a pitying look, as if I am alone, and they are invincible.

Kunitzieform

He drew on time, and space, he drew on his powers, and their sleep.

Labor and Delivery Unit, San Francisco, California

I never prayed before. Since this happened I’ve been praying every night.

Lagos

No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.

Landscapes with Lester

I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.

Language Immersion Seoul

No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.

Lapses

Whatever was wrong with his brain, he could still smell her skin.

Last Night with the Brothers K

You know that sex isn’t everything. It’s time to get a move on.

Last Things

My sister says, vicious as possible, “Don’t you dare try to protect me.”

Latinera

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

Layover

The city is lit with all its lights. I’m up in the air. It is yes until I die.

Le Chien

Napoleon, who can say you don’t deserve my allegiance?

Leaving Memphis

“I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re the same person,” she says.

Let Him Go On, Mama

He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.

Letter Spoken in Wind

Your voice on the phone, a gesundt in dein keppel you blessed my head.

Letter to Myself in the Future #4

I slide my heart inside a folded sheet of paper and tape down the opening.

Letters from a Prisoner

You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.

Letters to a Young Writer

Letters to Bernadette

Remind the children never to use the state as a metric for ethics.

Liberty Lanes

Robin Troy

Life Is Meals

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

Light and Shadow

There was something that eluded me, that was always outside the frame.

Light as Imagined through a Body of Ice

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

Lightning Takes the Form of Hope

Don’t worry baby, that’s just the way things be sometimes.

Lilacs

Some portion of love is braided from lying, from the names of distance.

Listening and Other Poems

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

Listening to Angels

Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.

Little Fuckers

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

Little Gifts

His eyes, dark brown and unwavering as he delivered the details.