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Love Ad Infinum
I will tell you a story for vanity and illustrative consequence about two thousand years ago when we watched movies in the dark. I said in morning there is no light if we argue it will be about money or how to distinguish liturgy from lawn chairs in the shade. To think it’s hot in […]
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Five-Day Present for Aunt Ollie
Having traveled together I was late, a satchel full of purpose, stolen attempts disrupting rooms and waking thought with miscellaneous trips outside; in real life I had no passport and you had no phone. We relied on the little one to bring us home, the beard drove his car through an elevator and up, and […]
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Tgus Gas Veeb
Truth be told the animals spent morning all the ways one could with an earth, if not of blurred affection then happy circumstance; there’s known reverse fog on the hills when my friend comes back to town, I put another wasabi snack up to the monument, it’s expensive and I have no money, the city […]
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Socratic
I have never been anyone’s teacher not once not caught in loose arms not in anyone’s embrace not night-long beneath his cloak’s loose folds did I once turn around Weaken a little more the wine with water a drop will do a moment’s scarlet curl as of a lock, a lock unfurled into night nothing […]
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Watery Girl Space
Mostly, I want to die. Just kidding! I don’t want to die in private. To be spied on. Your name means “killer of all things less than entropy” in dreams. Why do they have to breakdown my ego the way they do? Don’t use the word “ego” it’s so, I don’t know, 1970s. Sometimes, sex […]
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Watery Girl Space Prism
Endlessly writing ghazals, to what effect? Poems are more like riddles than gestures directed at one’s idiotic name. Writing poems to lovers became so boring. Writing poems about climate change— boring also. The biomass plant is no place to call home but neither is this. I miss my dog. Listen to me, little one. If […]
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Watery Girl Space
God, I miss being anorexic. Wouldn’t it be great to fluctuate in the space between death and death’s magistrate once again? No turning back on sin. How to negotiate the thin layer and the paper mache sculpture I made of the supermax prison do you like it do you like it do you want it […]
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Forgery
He takes each one out of its box and activates it, using the key as he had been instructed. And as each goes its way, he remembers the clockmaker who had shown him the mechanism, the spring and gears, and all the parts whose names he has now forgotten. He remembers the first time, stealing […]
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Aevum Measures
“not of one bird but of many” abide more tritone idle mode if bodies into bodies steal as cockles swim or scuttle for hollowed hull and drawing breath in darkness mull infallible and out of both bewilder • abide more tritone idle mode the dominant’s a leaky still for quiet divination for every thought a […]