Broad Shoulders

 

sesame

toasted nori

baby bok choy

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following a fresh clash

evacuation hood

terrorists in Carhart

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promise me, dad

that you denounce

those work boots

on Madame Speaker’s desk—tell me

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Eugene Williams stoned, drowned

to death at 29th Street Beach

but all I ever knew was the Mrs. O’Leary song

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round things—

woolen dryer balls—

& gravity

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hiss pop iron skillet garbanzos

mi wi-fi es tu wi-fi

knowing now as we do

the habits of wild birds

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it’s not exactly

cute

whatever lies

under this bluff

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Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah in Hobby Lobby—

where are we going with this

migration of passwords

last of paper things

rebuffed

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how does the crow find bread in the yard

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miso

shiitake

broth of bones