Keaton Studebaker, [Before the wave curls]
Before the wave curls— falls—a provocation, here in every echo. A whole place found in saying it isn’t here. Concreteness I’d hoped for, heft, & a window on my mind. You’d like to—the shape of it. & I like too take a peak, come right up to the edge, every once in a […]
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