Paragard
I was in a lecture hall, explaining how the copper IUD works …
They sit around in the house Not doing much of anything: the boxed set Of the complete works of Verdi,
The Angeles Crest Highway’s mountain curves swing beauty close to canyons with death as chaser. Some are caught, crosses mark
sharp words her holiday collection of cookie cutters cosine of an angle he changes
That letter you received last Tuesday, the one with the official seal, was not meant for you. We hope you
She appears during my office hour, says a name, and asks if I remember her son. “Victor. Sure.”