Where the Sea Accepts Grief

In August and September
of this year, when I was living
in the interim of disbelief,

Billy the Bat Struggles With Language

I'd love to be the kind to use a word

This House Says

Its walls hum
where the wind shines,


She has hidden some of the pieces

Nights Near El Yunque

Those nights were mosquito nets--

Billy the Bat Talks to Himself

Do you always talk to yourself?
This is what people say
and I have to admit,

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