A World to Build
A bag of six-inch nails, facts, a bag of brass screws
The Sequel First
Rain holding on, the dark branches
Rubber
Small against the mountain
RIVET
After the sun stares, glaring at nothing
Dead City
She wears the grief, deep to the bone
PARROT
The other day she stopped me in the street
NAIL
As he grows older, older
CHINK
But when I think of Eliot
We are the women of the terraces
BASKET
They tug reluctant daughters through slanting rain
ALMOND
The coal smells, the streets are black
Travels by iceberg
The Church of Clinking Glasses
or a story beginning: I do not ask you to believe me, only let me speak.
or a story ending: It was small, efficient, final
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