Massachusetts
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‘Shhh’ by Eileen Myles
Shhh I don’t thinkI can afford the time to not sit right down &write a poem about the heavy liddedwhite rose I hold in my handI think of snowa winter night in Boston, drunken waitressstumble on a bus that careens throughSomerville the end of the linewhere I was born, an old manshaking me. He could’ve…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 63
“HarvardSquar on NyQuil / which time-true for everything all / like the jaw of god” give a bit sick here wait and Roy Tony’s body getting like its third bag and conversession fire but a vehicle of him then some Mass up in his shit and decks and C heavily crewed there’s not a thing…
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