She Stood There With Her Head Tipped to One Side Listening Intently
She Has the Dream Again That Night
At Night When the Light Was Off
Perhaps I Can Explain Over Dinner
She Finds Herself in a Dim, Indeterminate Space
The Only Light is From Above
Wrote, Written, Writing
Various Kinds of Mistakes
I Know You. Come Here. Sit Over Here.
She Says Nothing
You Said She Was in Madrid
It is a Beautiful Name
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