Ode on a Hypothetical Busch Gardens Williamsburg Urn
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Wish for Continuance
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from The Cave
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My Heart, the Stranger
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You and Me: Boston Public Garden Footbridge, 1962
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My mother’s village and my father’s village
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The Oligarch
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Pretend There’s a Tornado
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Frango
I It was three days after Christmas when I came home from work and found the gift bag leaning up against my door. “Love, Aunt Gloria,” read the card in her spidery cursive script, the kind that stymied children. I pulled a tin of cheap mint chocolates from the bag. Frango was stamped in bloodred …