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the villas, sister, are all empty—on a spring ray, like on a spit…
Some Women Marry Houses
Sexton’s house, in my hometown,…
Searching for John Murillo’s Demo Tapes in the Library of Congress
Which is to say I imagine the tapes likelost arrow heads having served their purpose,having been found again like a man frozen in ice,a rock in a basket of blades shorn from their roots. Which is to say I did not find the demo tapes;instead, I watched their evolution, a trackbecoming poem, becoming book, becominga…