"crescent"
Nemesis not soon enough
but touches in its own time
the sword's noon
my windshield speckled with warnings
we only pretend to understand
& weary of ice
in the shade lingered long
best coffeehouse closings
looted cloisters
i stop & go staring
at a moon named Nemesis
"Lenders at the library...have been asking him to find books that don’t exist."
" 'Unprecedented' is becoming as meaningless as 'iconic' " —@stephengraham.bsky.social
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