Hour HAND / MINUTE HAND (EXCERPT)

coming through cold
like butter negotiating
bread. choice of
coffee cup. long-way
grip on lover’s ass
with no response.
witch-carved effigy
just to bring you back to life

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sun soup by grace of
phlegm and plasma
soap science, ver-sus
the wind in flounder or
furnace. I know every
single person who has
ever assembled this sentence

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rusted coupling.
child at the held
of his young Ma’
and whomever else.
you two should break up.
he’s a “should” in “could”
clothing. Hi hello
it is me. your third floor
installation for the biennial
that no one bothers to
visit in time.

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from Hour Hand / Minute Hand–currently being published piece by piece on the poet’s Instagram

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By Khashayar Kess Mohammadi 👍