I can hear the snow. Outside, up there, crinkling down past the rooftops and dusting the fire escapes that hang…
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Repair (and other poems)
Incise pericardium, then aorta.
Place one finger to plug the hole that you have made.
Cannulate, stop the heart.
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How Souls Travel
The number of cases, the CDC says, is 984. That’s 774 more than a week ago, the night my father died,…