Among the Losses My lamentations have shaken loose locusts. They whir in the burned-out nave of my body. In the shower, whole decades wash from my body. […]
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This beautiful head, this whole body, like a Byzantine empress on the mosaics of Ravenna—and this nose, this mouth—and the eyes, they too, those wonderful eyes—all these the worms will […]
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