Tyler Mills Poems

You look like a monster, one woman said to another.
The woman was on fire. This is the first of two screws
twisted into a wall. One bus is sent on its route minutes before
the other. This is the first. Thousands of soldiers were lowering
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I was going to write about a crescent
of honeydew melon. An artist told me

she paints grids when she isn't
certain how to begin. A grid of steel
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