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Three Poems

‘you alone sit down at that table / facing the houses you tried to inhabit’
Translated from the Galician by Erín Moure.

‘his balance / between person and / abstraction’s so stirring I want no other token for anything can happen’

‘We name stuff and hope / that’s proof. How / reporting works.’

‘oh dirty feet blood-clotter / oh grease monkey clod-hopper / oh cloud-devourer spit’

‘that huge cobalt industrial complex eye / how can anything be that big’

‘I wanted to go for a walk, but I was afraid / of missing a phone call.’