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Another Pastoral

Tell me our species matters more, tell me that, and I, I will crawl back.

Another Poem with Deer in It

The highway hot with possibility, a new herd expected every five miles.

Are We Not Men?

The girl marched directly up to me, glaring, and said, “You hit my dog.”

Arpeggio Progression in Missing Key and Other Poems

do you asks pretty sue know what I love what pretty please tell us

At Risk

He’s weirdly hard to pay attention to, even when he’s threatening you.

At the Edge of the Forest, Close to Home

Sleepy and pensive, July succumbed to the day’s isolating heat.

At the End of the World

This body is all I have, I say. Some days it is still not enough.

At the Museum of Empress Livia’s Garden Room

In a future we believe in, these plants will all be ghosts.

Aubade, with Love as a Watermelon

Let me stay here, in the thick of the sweetness, just a moment longer.

Badlands

We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.

Bag

I lost my medicine bag from back when I believed in magic.

Bald Eagle

Your image is on my credit card, you and the old red, white, and blue.

Bats

They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.

Best Advice

Follow your dog, and you might just live to write for another day.

Best Advice

Reviewers are curs and their opinions are not to be taken seriously.

Best of Sex Writing

I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.

Between a Cynic and a Romantic

When a cobra eats it starts with the head, goes to the place that thinks.

Between Hospital Visiting Hours

Even glaciers have phone lines even Roquefort has its soft tufts of sweet

Bezhin Meadow

The sunrise does not blaze fiercely but spreads in a gentle flush.

Bicyclette Batavus and Other Poems

what happens in all these villages after we ride through them?

Biologists Test Promising Treatments for Hibernating Creatures

It seems too late for them to change, to find a way to survive awake.

Birds of a Lesser Paradise

I looked out at the busy world, and I saw nothing but its ugly bones.

Birdsong

We pried the last of the pallid squid from their crevices and ate them.

Birth of the Hippo

She transfigured into a swallow in flight, or a hippo in the rainy season.

Blazon

Bees may not be bought. Our children may never know apples.

Bloodletting

Maybe she was a stereotype now: a single woman with a cat.

Bodily Assumption and Other Poems

Find a hair in the rose bush, wrap it around a thorn until that thorn is soft.

Border Patrol

We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.

Buffalo

I realize now that hers was the face that taught me what driving was.

Buffaloes

When I see buffaloes run I think of love—how it is held.