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after Francis Ponge Plumb the mausoleumUtter the installation of exigent queensLa ruche populaire is a speckled heartWarring & longingFor distempered appraisalsToday we’ve reached our nadirYou & IAprès deux après midisSpent under white tarpaulinsUnattended with a dish of olivesI am Soupault’s dedication to DelaunayA sulking compass in a frameOf shrouds of…
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My first friend was about the length of our hairBut that wasn’t my first crown of flowersMy first death was about theatricsBasically, the New York City BalletMy first boyfriend was about menPets, communitySomeone’s half-moon gaze trailing me homeSignaled a kind of subconsciousShared, brokenMy first cross-country move was about windowsMy interior…
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5:52: a pigeon with a leaf hat. Air raid signal at Target. Long-haired elders in camo. No, the other shade of camo. * Language pays it forward, I steal it back. Summer fog travels downwards, real estate upwards. The reason I forgot to call you: a kaleidoscope grinding care into…
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baby baby wild mouse babylashes stones stacked ponypony princess medley windingrope untwithering towardstwinned switchback twitteringflapping tweezing knicker ‘tweencheeks plasma o’ earthly din abovesparkled soapy cloud e nonsensicalyouthful sepsis stone grey urinethrottle e slither terror slitter flutterfry hag’s slip stye story read in seventhgrade overrun interior focus adidasadidas stream ‘n dream…
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In Gloucester a kid executes a kickflip perfectly. I want to get the point across to my mother who has Recently begun growing taller at an alarming rate. * Davy Crockett birthplace. 2006. I’m in a goose down frustum With my clothes wadded up in a ball at my feet.…
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How I fell all five eggs. Eggs as years. Felt the hemisphere overturned,the blonde dog breaking in two. Who’s keeping you sharp? Not the garden gnomes. Bright tendermellons,rhubarb squares at your block eyes. Hens camp on the porch, our dearness hangs in the trees. I walked home and found you…
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When I dream in red I mostly dream in blue,Of the sloppy winds and sprawling bush,A slovenly wilderness made crudeBy a firm and heavy hand, With tall, capricious fingers lostIn all their hard-won echolalia,Typing ta-ta-la-di-da, all nightAll night long goes my eulalia, And through the soft filter of my astigmatismI…
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whatever the case may be, i have finally settled to the light of it. you know. like, the light of it. the morning softness, the blue so free, fresh. almost innocent, as though it wispy, waking up from the nap which is the night, swaddling the nape of the neck…
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I can’t remember that the movie is overIf I stand too close I’ll keep falling intoOwls. Tree hollows I’ll watch youdrink with your orchid mouth speakthe word session. But then you’d thinkI might use my thumb then keep Examiningyour spine. Pressing shapes into my skinto stand like shadows. I’d like in…
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It is believed there existed a species of dog as prophets.They smell events before their occurrences:the falling of a nest, the emergence of will in a womb,even a dissolution of affection. I, as an ordinary person,could only live in the nowness of any moment,could only recognize incidentswithin their temporality: When…
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