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Index
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Contents
In All My Memories Flowers Are Taking the Place of Faces
October, and Everything Is Breathing
Birthday
Without
There’s Got to Be More to A Human Being Than That
Blade of Grass
Outcomes
Tonight Nothing’s Worse Than This Pain in My Heart
A Lot about Undoing
Paramount
Little Cloud
In the Morning I So Gently Set Everything I Am Carrying Down
Eulogy
A Generation Sweating Back into Their Skin
Tonight Nothing’s Worse Than This Pain in My Heart
Clearsunned
Mother’s Day / Northwestern Iowa
Hope, Breakage, and Knowing
To Not Question
In Coping with an Empty Chair
Count It All as Luck
War Paint
Thrush
Surface of the Sun
It Is Late January and We Are Driving South
The Night Marty Robbins Heard the Master’s Call
A Thin Place
At the Hospital, a Bird Soars Overhead
Control
In the Dark, an a Room of Still Bodies
Night Moisture
Ode to Streetlights Ending in Good Company
My Father’s Son
After the First Round of Electroconvulsive Therapy
Depression Medicine
Lavender Lining
Piety
The Fisher King’s Holy Grail Is Filled with His Loneliness
Just Me, the Grocery Store Music
For Other Reasons
Like Machines
Learning to Throw
Projectiles
Whisper
Ghost Machine
So Small I Can Hardly Believe It Exists
Sometimes the Sheep Don’t Come Back
Moonwrapped
From Memory
Some Would Argue That the Simple Act
Not about a Gun
What Is There Left for Me to Love
Misgivings
The Smoke Slowly Rises and Becomes a Cloud
Prayer
Mid-Afternoon, in the Breakroom, Staring into the Pale Face of My Phone
So Many Things
Porchlight
Today, the Sunrise Looks like it Can Hold Me
Lineage
A Stray Sunbeam Finds Your Cheek in Our Third-Story Apartment
Master of Nothing
To Be Spectacular Is to Have Been
In the Direction of the Mountain I Scream
Benediction
Pith
What Marty Robbins Meant When He Said a Woman’s Love Is Wasted
Lilac
In the Dreams I Have about Tornadoes
Crossing the Bridge Right at Eventide
The Robin Flaps Its Good Wing
Shifting Gold to Virtue
November
Bone
Concerning the Existence of Guardian Angels
Crossing the Bridge Right at Eventide
God Sculpted from Grief
Father’s Day / Northwestern Iowa
We Are All Going
Little Nothings
Hands Fumbling
What Is the Other Name for Brilliance
How I Love Those Enchanting Things
Farewell Language
No Gentle Force
The Grief I Give
Acknowledgements
Notes & Credits
About William Bortz
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