Heather Christle
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Poem for The New Yorker
Wikipedia Poem, No. 997 gothic piping which is world embarrassing themselves year over year, bertolt. frequently seemingly the night of iron and i can tell you, heather, in my advice to cross today and that quietly seemingly obviously the world is embarrassing — there were loves missing which is to say watching the world embarrassing…
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isn’t it enough to be bloody neon
Contains lines from Heather Christle’s “Beset By A Disk Of Radiating Feathers” beset beachfeeding on mice and small birds fern owlnorthern unreality waterboro of beget doctorpenguin sonnets for stallings only the owl was a bakers daughter well-knowntouched recent comely assassinabout it being easy it’s pretty hard it’s as hard as allenbaltimore house partyby its doleful…
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