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Annie Baker
I’ve explained this before cut this line & the one before cut — a metaphor & a beautiful sweater Anyway, george bush the first is drowning has drowned — Let’s get on with the poem: I trip over the sky I am, she says, hideous language, she says drinks double IPAs like chainmail Even his…
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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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