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you’re the needle

groove (ukiah) you’re the needle in the grooveon the shaggs foot foot—meteors streak the dark sky What I’m Reading: “Our existence isn’t something to be engineered or optimized for the avoidance of pain. That’s what it is to be human—the … Continue reading

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do not reply

transcend your risk—no pain / only impact stop—disorientation / disconnect replicate instead—practice good / do not reply transcend What I’m Reading: “I hate them as I hate sex,the man’s mouthsealing my mouth, the man’sparalyzing body—“ — Louise Glück / “Mock … Continue reading

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fur your hilt

SNOOZE What if I show you what this mob made? She said: I was also an English-American malady. I’ll be doing airgun charades at the breakwater in a court of backwater sorbets. She said: You mean you recorded yourself talking? … Continue reading

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in a swirl

Animus My alms / my ownRecast myself as repast In a swirl of discordMy poisons / my own What I’m Reading: “The light is a grinder of knives jangling his bellsFor seven in the morning.” — Allen Grossman / “The … Continue reading

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the fairies hide

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “now the parts in our hair and our soles wither and the fairies lie half-charred at the stake” — Hans Arp / “The Swallow’s Testicle” “According to Albrecht, those suffering solastalgia feel a … Continue reading

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 50

What I’m Reading: “… My eye driftsto the buff belly of a hawk wheeling,as they do, in a late fall light that meltsagainst the turning oak and smeltsits leaves bronze.” — Donika Kelly / “I love you. I miss you.Please … Continue reading

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nothing saintly there

The Dialectic of Finger Traps It is she who lost her hydrogen and must fetishize herself in denial. She has an uneasy remand with her lunchbox: objection, objection! The most remarkable assertion is the dialectic of finger traps, wholly without … Continue reading

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husks slough yellow

nest (tanka) i nest in myself—this atomization anobsessive pursuit—then i step out of myselfmy many husks slough yellow What I’m Reading: “I didn’t know what I was waiting for, but something told me to wait. Another army of sluggish minutes … Continue reading

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sing and cry

my clown shoes i am fanatical + cartoonishi plot hack attacks + duende kidnaps gazing at my navel / sinking in quicksandi am a monstrous clown appropriating a farcical othering of myselfive outgrown my clown shoes a couplet spewer of … Continue reading

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death of love

figure 9. $500 buys you a night’s worth of love:the tiles off-center + off-colorthe music fuzzy + attenuatedcrackles from dented chrome speakersan unspeakable effluence of ammonia + god knows what plate 1. reproduces edvard munch’s the danceof lifeillustration vii. graphs … Continue reading

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