Poets/Bill Knott

Bill Knott

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Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest. …

Bill Knott

The wooden horses …

Bill Knott

Octopus floating …

Bill Knott

Here not long enough after the hospital happened …

Bill Knott

Those scars rooted me. Stigmata stalagmite …

Bill Knott

is thought to be a confession, won by endless …

Bill Knott

The CIA and the KGB exchange Christmas cards …

Bill Knott

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