Alberto Burri
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Alberto Burri
Thin lines of graphite gather in the sky Angels pull open two halves of the curtain Or the surgeon scalpels abdominal flesh “A whole chain of pulls and tensions”
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 107
phone; it’s full the tech tee from among us knew many boys a hare and the phone it’s full the ringing tee from among us who knew many boys a half dozen? she was retired her pants loved even but who among us our mothers pressed pants and curse my mouth and curse my trampoline…