The heart is a broken record, a botched detour, a scallywag, a scab. Mourning does not rescue or provide an exit. The slender apple
From the window, I watch two geese Missed Dose:• If a dose is missing, use it as soon as you know. Can I switch
Let the world come hungry at me. Let the hours learn the tender curve of this neck. For so long I’ve wanted to believe
Mary Garland Smith (b. 1868), Baltimore, c. 1876 Their rough teardrops clutter the harbor’s beach, shuckers’ discards chucked for gulls to clean. I pluck