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| Sanskrit of the Body | |
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| "A small boy amuses himself" | |
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| "A rose over mica-flecked sand nods" | |
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| "This way her galaxy of mind shuts off" | |
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| "The railroad tracks recede in a pale blue" | |
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| "The pigeons fake an Annunciation in this shadow" | |
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| "She talks to herself all night" | |
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| "Which are the stories you keep" | |
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| "How old is this darkness anyway?" | |
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| "Plant ghosts signal fractally to us" | |
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| "Now you walk the floors of public institutions" | |
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| "Drunken boaters who land there all summer" | |
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| "When your spine's magnesium finally ignites" | |
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| "I wrestle with many problems, lately" | |
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| "There stands a column of salt in desert" | |
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| "Crickets outside tonight speak to stars" | |
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| "Mourning doves purr in a slant of morning dark" | |
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| "It is an odd joy to read writing predating" | |
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| "The privacy of a penitentiary that shadows" | |
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| "They have adapted cold electricity" | |
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| "Sorrow is revealed here in the spectral energy" | |
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| A Whale's Fin, An Ibis Wing, A Leaf | |
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| "And then you divide again, as water" | |
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| "All of this happened with a nebulous sense of space" | |
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| "Is it because of this, a candle's flickering" | |
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| "Our differing voice patterns and weights" | |
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| "Sun left floaters, spangled fire" | |
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| "Spun-out obsidian wires vex a city" | |
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| "The lover, he is beginning to build a bridge" | |
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| "Another false start, the way mosaics" | |
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| "The distance between the rails of a railroad" | |
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| "I think my answer to the soul is the epidermis" | |
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| "All afternoon and blue evening" | |
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| "Why worry about distinctions when the train" | |
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| "Ants kept coming out of the tap marked "C" | |
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| "And then she thought, yes, life consists only of that" | |
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| "She woke up with the idea of an owl" | |
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| "Because you want a body's shadow on this white paper" | |
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| "A familiar voice may be parsed to infinite particles" | |
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| "I have fallen, but do not help me" | |
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| "You come to agree with the fish imagery" | |
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| The Spider Carries Nothing but Hunger | |
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| The Hand | |
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| The Library | |
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| A Poem I Later Realize is about Arshile Gorky | |
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| Naturopathy | |
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| Altered Bronk | |
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| Morning Rain Ticking | |
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| Just Watching As | |
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| Variant | |
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| In Beginning | |
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| Theater in the New World | |
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| Seams | |
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| 2:29 A.M. | |
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| You Were Thinking How | |
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| The Gods | |
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| American Nocturne | |
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| "A kinetic sculpture is mounted" | |
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| "A tiny mechanical biplane circles a planet" | |
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| "Inside, it feels as though every room" | |
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| "Parrots in her yellow window" | |
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| "A moth splays against an apartment window" | |
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| "Someone shoves a little boat into the winter river" | |
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| "A hand goes deeper inside the nude" | |
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| "Sugar spills on a Ouija board" | |
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| After | |
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| "A Wedding" | |