Diane Kirsten Martin

  LI'L SWEETIE     Mon pauvre petit choux under the new moon the cabbage worm nibbles your ears Mon petit choux under the...
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John W. Evans

I lament my dead with real man-tears. / My sorrow settles all fears. / The gods make light this head they’ve crowned. / I snap trunks, scrap cities, pound beers.

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