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A Poem in Which the Word 'nap' is Replaced by the Word 'grief'
As the Feminist Saying Goes
Everyone Tells Me That My Dad Will Always Be Watching over Me
Gay Love Is the Only Thing Saving Me
I Find a Chunk of Bone the Width of My Index Finger
If You Are Going to Turn into a Pile of Ash
That's What You Swallow When You Let Your Graves Overflow
The Bandaid in the Pool Filter
Yet Another Poem About Roadkill
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