The Crystal Lithium (James Schuyler Poems)
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
In the place of business luncheswhere a dull sun rises to blind yourtoothpaste brushed eyelids with itsred veins blowin' tracks ...
My lips are rouged, my tooth's smell is lanolin and factory toothpaste my haircut is an oily mass, I have rubber under my ...
My son finds occupationin almost nothing, in everything:my soapy penitential toothpaste,his mother's loosened hairorts, containers, useless things;watches as I peeas ...
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