Two time-stamped poems are taken from a book-length sequence tracking the human moments of a factory night shift
When we look up at stars on break
we see only stars behind
the exhaled Milky Way
of Bobby’s Golden Virginia,
Two time-stamped poems are taken from a book-length sequence tracking the human moments of a factory night shift
Two time-stamped poems are taken from a book-length sequence tracking the human moments of a factory night shift
When we look up at stars on break
we see only stars behind
the exhaled Milky Way
of Bobby’s Golden Virginia,

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