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“Rosewater, Chicken Fat, and Pinecones”
Wikipedia Poem, No. 972 cloves to me finish the beginning not first in air i have a special mixture my exclusive time requires drips i’ve made up my nose: first mind the drips die then do no such thing required of me since air is not so casually soaked in ragged strips of exclusivity time…
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Robert Lax vs. Sandra Simonds
I would betbut I have nomoney withwhich to place a bet. I bet you began with that cleverlittle line tossedout like a thousand caltropsat the end of the poem. Whether I win or loseI lose—I start like thiswith my tongue splitthe tastebuds lost youngprecept armed withpoll tax and pollaxe. One switch turns off the internetanother…
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