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Ubi Sunt

When the light failed she listed all the places he might find her.

Underaged

All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.

Underneath the Bonfire

Men came over carrying lanterns and pulled away the chunks of ice.

Unknown

The sense all along has been that there’s some madness in her.

Unmedicated Self-Portrait

I don’t know you, I only think of you to ignore how unhappy I am.

Unsystem the System

We could use our arms to squeeze or hold or load not a gun, not a gun.

Untitled (Woman Brushing Hair)

She takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting lemon cake.

Upon Asking the Cashier at Kroger to Scan That Old Tattoo of a Barcode on My Forearm

Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.

Upon Seeing Two Checkboxes under Sex at the Doctor’s Office

We could have everything and still be hurt.

Using a Cane

With cane in hand I felt a twinge of superiority to the crutch people.

Vanishing Point

The kissed fingerpad touched wet with wine orbiting.

Victoria’s Secret

He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.

Vodka on Ice

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

Walk for Mankind

The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”

Water Path

All my life I wondered what it is to vanish like a ring of smoke.

Waterline

If only to hold on by opening lord give me this one eighth day

Watermark

Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.

Wax

I wonder if those tiny computers in pigeons’ brains ever crash?

We Are What We Have Lost

Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.

Wednesdays

I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.

Weegee Stories

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

Weightless

The guy from the funeral home can’t get the gurney into the house.

Wet Man

I will make my own man I will stitch together a coat of drunk minks

Whale Shark

We pull up alongside the great body. The fin marks the spot.

Wham Bam

We’re fat! So what? They hadn’t yet tired of this chant, the play’s refrain.

What Dark Tastes Like and Other Poems

Bright rot laces the air, light sharpens each leaf. On our way to fallow, fire.

What Do the Hands Remember?

The hands opened calmly like seeds, endured the passage of time.

What Gary Snyder Said to Me, That Day, in the Doorway of the Milking Barn

You need to teach these cows to meditate. To lose their bodies.

What It Requires

I am part dumb, and blind, and deaf, and untasting and unfeeling.

What They Found

Her city, but no cats. Specks of color, no cloth.