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Halflife: Poems Paperback – October 17, 2008
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Concise, sophisticated poems....Immediate magic. -- Chicago Tribune
Impressive. A box full of surprises and intense delights. -- Billy Collins
The whole collection is brought off with real skill and fluency...moments of genuine literary daring. -- New York Sun
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Rain, A morning, a weather That wouldn't end.
The windows closed like stitches.
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there a black-eyed straight-backed drag queen
preens, fusses, fixes her hair in a shop window on Prince.
In the window the moon is a dented spoon,
cold, getting colder, so hurry sleep,
come creep into bed..."
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A figure in the darkness.
The tine crank
Of canned do-wop.
come quick, no time for this,
the girls in thongs
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