table of dis- mal- contents
sweet reader, flanneled and tulled
small quilled poem with no taste for spring
may be you are like me: scared and awake
march licked me with all his brown lack
june twenty seven eight nine nineteen sixty seventy ninety six seven eight
to dante and cavalcanti and you
the true repertory of the wrack and redemption of sir olena kalytiak davis
poem convincing you to leave your wife
you art a scholar horatio, speak to it
despite ominous forebodings of sin sickness and death
il penseroso and l'allegro: inverted and dubbed
notes toward the ablation of the soul
this is the kind of poem i'm done writing, or, a small pang in spring
stripped from the waist up, love