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A story about my late friend Havilah Giannetta
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Trees dam the night
We're driving home on Route 3 in Jersey. "Did you see the car without lights?" "No, where." "Exactly." You knew that car was there, you tell me, because of how the cars around it were moving. Albedo, you tell me, is the
A runner can be a rug
Sometimes I feel like a pioneer woman,
A sprig of something festive
The pomegranates
Mistakes were made, their name was midtown.