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EMILY AS A ROUTINE Once I understood that I could never be whole without Emily, the existence of fire meant almost nothing to me. I live...

JUST LET ME HAVE THIS, A MEMOIR for Rachel “Billie Jean” was playing when I got my last pap smear. Tendons of song-broken light. The...

transciption of bottled letter 1 found in orbit of Asteroid 105 you lily-white soft who tugs the sea; you lantern in the black who draws...