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it’s time to worry / toward the future / with my dark tuba / of shame / i am a wound fountain / a
thin logistics / a little selfsame rind / of peanut butter scraps / and churlishness / and a deep
regard / for the wa-y sand prances / through an hourglass / for beauty’s quick / footsteps / i have
made space / in my interior / for the doublesong / of day / i worship / squeamishly / the ribbons /
conjugating down my throat / when i wa-tch you / ask what weird food i want / from this
Missouri taco b-ell / you hate my music / i hate earwax / and the way time braids / its pistils /
laying them / on my smotable / tongue / enjoy Poughkeepsie / I buy hammers / just to toss them
toward the sky / and watch what birds the-y hit / not really / I’m just sitting here / rewinding/
watching the wind / take time apart / and eating cookies / made of farts /
timely wad
ether song
pizza-wads
dogmoon
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a textured squawk / let’s capture God / and moisturize that bastard / ok
day / white terracotta / clouds?
the night / the melancholic / bread
there’s nothing else like silence
beef nuisance
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the outer shell / of circumstances
let’s give our student loans / to me
squirrel jam / eagle jelly / kisses?
a book / made of eyelashes / bro
now watch my sorrow bellydance /
night storing daylig / in its lung
pleated lung / the breathing stick/
fled sky / the birded lips / of water
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floors
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break the cycle of the / I / redeem yourself / and your depleted / gods
the briefcase / of my lust / lolol
just another dark serrated / prayer
a mouth is not / a meadowland
river of hams?
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o / autumn lays its doubled wounds / across the misted figure / of the hillside swath / the
leatherless / collusion of the senses / gathered here / as if in / nowhere / as if debriding / like the
dawn / this dough / of syllables / sweaty / and securable / i lean like the night / toward myself /
what else is there / to be / indebted to? / the past is burning / the future’s starless / i wake, and am
caught in the branches / of myself / what sings / in me / sings in no elsewhere / ask the wan and
trilobitic / moon / now watch / i’ll cut the night / with the shovel of thinking / i’ll cut off my arms
/ and watch them turn / like august / into words /