Potential Titles: Toi Derricotte

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Trapped in the mesh of Saturday night - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

Lost our voice in the suburbs - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

Each brick house delineated a fence of silence - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

Lost the right to sing in the street - Toi Derricotte "Blackbottom"

How scandalously alive - Toi Derricotte "The Blessed Angels"

Through which aspires the blood-metal of stars - Toi Derricotte "The Blessed Angels"

Being quieter than blossoms - Toi Derricotte "The Blessed Angels"

Examining every curve in the mirror - Toi Derricotte "The blue nightgown"

Pursuing my own version of the truth - Toi Derricotte "Burial Sites [excerpt]"

The friendship of the cherry trees - Toi Derricotte "Cherry blossoms"

Weighted and bound in its mask - Toi Derricotte "Christmas Eve: My Mother Dressing"

As if acid were thrown from the inside - Toi Derricotte "Christmas Eve: My Mother Dressing"

Blood running its wires of flame - Toi Derricotte "Elegy for my husband"

Across my air & through his water - Toi Derricotte "For Telly the Fish"

For all our fears of touch - Toi Derricotte "For Telly the Fish"

The hurt of having to breathe - Toi Derricotte "For Telly the Fish"

Telescopes looking through fear - Toi Derricotte "Holy Cross Hospital"

When your connections belonged only to yourself - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

Had no history to hook on to - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

Shared the night of the closet - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

The parasitic closing on our thumbprint - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

We were brave before memory - Toi Derricotte "In Knowledge of Young Boys"

Brought a stain into my mouth - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Until they fall like withered roots - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Turn & twist myself like a rag - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Pouring out of me like silver - Toi Derricotte "Invisible Dreams"

Five hundred steel cages lined up - Toi Derricotte "The Minks"

The damage the truth was meant to do - Toi Derricotte "My great teacher, Galway Kinnell, taught me: 'Speak the unspeakable'"

Break the bones to get to the heart - Toi Derricotte "My great teacher, Galway Kinnell, taught me: 'Speak the unspeakable'"

So that every part will be of service - Toi Derricotte "Not Forgotten"

Bending over gladioli in the field - Toi Derricotte "A Note on My Son's Face"

Loved to death, to damnation and God-death - Toi Derricotte "A Note on My Son's Face"

The real monster of their nightmares - Toi Derricotte "A Note on My Son's Face"

Use silence to trap a devil - Toi Derricotte "Passing"

Conserved light by walking in darkness - Toi Derricotte "St. Peter Claver"

A diamond ring to knock your eyes out - Toi Derricotte "Weekend Guests from Chicago, 1945"


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