EYEBROWS
you can see your mustach...

IMPOSSIBLE
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10/11
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SUMMIT
after i cut...

9/27
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SPORTS
baseball on unsanctified ground...

PERSONAL
you're right, tom--even the...

EAST ON 46

Fog spiders out its net
along the road. My car
groans and cackles to itself.
Columbus. I'm headed towards
Columbus. Roadbanks, ditches, weeds
just like last year. Crows gather
where they did before, on a bend
with the same sweep as the last one.
Beyond will be
a red house and tall pine
with some familiar figure standing
where something did
or will take place.