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No one records my ad infinitum what i am trying to pull away what permits my materiality pins down my tongue my captors fly silk i swear it i saw it silent subjecting its saber x makes cheap.
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Three Short Poems
One Nearly noon — Rain falling out of the sky Planes and birds horizontal, then not. Two Not quite summer — River along an aluminum gutter Where is the house sparrow? Three Grey day — Courtyard blanketed with teeth Love slips down one’s throat.
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American Womanhood
i see her sipping tea she wants to write the Great American Joke Book about consumerism sour-milk yellow sniffling yolk but they get in the way the hardcover wesleyan in a cable-knit sweater the canadian monthly masked in a methylin-soaked love letter hands up baby hands up “But if I said it was the only…
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