queer beauty, glory of the group’s questions, our conversation—enthusiasms fabulousing the room. & my handsomely beautiful pleasure-honor to say how queer, isn’t it, our living here. how queer, west texas, thanks to us. how unfinal, our unfurlings across the plains, our lines of pain, stanzas of standing up. & then, on the t-shirt table, one beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful shirt, its pinkly powerful shine—& the students saying, go on! all yours! & i sleep in it, now, back among the bursts of green, the long new england grays i know so well. i fall beautifully asleep in this shirt,
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