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Lentils and barley, / water and salt, / split peas and pasta...

Some days her mind begins to reappear. / Today you feel her halting fingers trace, / along your skull, the curls she used to fear...

Since Peter Ford has clarified the sound / once uttered on the moon but dropped in Houston, / here’s one small step: the missing “a” is found. ...

Far from where your sharp glance and mine could meet, / a laundromat on Rue des Pyrenées / was where I learned to fold a fitted sheet ...

If no one on the ground or ocean / was injured when he turned to a noun / what was the loss? His wings were waxen. ...