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my cleavage looked

The Physiotherapist Below (Found Note thru N+7 Generator) The young woodlouses were thrilled today with all their new apparel. My cleavage looked like a deprivation straddle. I had to bring everything in today because my apostrophe echoed the famous factotum … Continue reading

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no one called

Green Sky Tanka + Ukiah Derecho green sky—White Nationalists in town,No one wants them here,No one called them to BostonTo goose step the Freedom Trail. To the children of the Klan,Stay home with your shieldsAnd tend to your own gardens. … Continue reading

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love is love

congealed bacon i googled white nationalism—flashes of congealed bacon you play the tragic heroinetoothy femme fatale dont judge my paintinguntil i finish my ropa vieja dont cut your hairbefore tinting it blue i fix you a tongue on ryemy marbles … Continue reading

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junior prom floor

The Heavy-O-Sity Cream Dream I want you to root the violence out of the system, but you delay and acquiesce — this is the heavy-o-sity of our case. There are no life preservers to pass out—only anvils and 50 lb. … Continue reading

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destined for history

Chancroid v. Chancellor Pasted and made agent, once again, I earned the title of Chancroid of Elfador. I understood public relations and quickly assembled a fleet to sail to Festicularis. Never had so many sumptuous furs been made execrable by … Continue reading

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the heat dome

Self-Inflicted Dodo Dada A dusty path toward deliverance after a club on the head, a dark hour, a black age— Quashed then regained. Diverted, re-charted, and reoriented The crags and canyons—vertiginous—skirted. The roiling water. Up ahead the fog-smoke. We live … Continue reading

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key of dada

Catafalque Tunes in 5/8 Time Catafalque tunes in mahogany time. Nothing sounds as it should. Dripping in the recessive notes of a palanquin juddering in a surreal signature. Come to think off it, father’s signature flew off the back of … Continue reading

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undammed and unheeded

a hatch the porousness of limestonea hatch of mayflies in junethe calf-height water undammed and unheeded the wall on the movea flash of scarlet tanagerthe rush of darkness What I’m Reading: “Here, youcan pay someone to clip offyour shadow and … Continue reading

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why am i

seize a wave of misfiring synapseswhy am i hearing bellsseeing sparkles i no longer compute What I’m Listening To: “Far way out, you’re going to seeI’m a loss of faith, you’re a changed belief” — Poliça / “Lime Habit”

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the fire arrives

Cloud Shadows A smoke-choked sun recedesCloud shadows darken the hillBlacken the grass before the fireArrives—its ravenous destructionBefore the attendant rebirth What I’m Reading: “The sun so overpowering it is like nightin daytime. Seeing what I live withonly when my eyes … Continue reading

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