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2 poems
Continue reading: 2 poemsThe moon painted a picture of me and she called it “hay.” The picture is my hair, sliced off from the ears down, tied with rope and slapped onto a clean, metal table.
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A Giant Comes Home
Continue reading: A Giant Comes HomeThe sun is sinking into the largest ocean and all my senses discovered its loss
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2 poems
Continue reading: 2 poemsit was coming out of your mouth we had to ask passersby to grab a cup and throw it to the birds it took 3 months to get all of it out
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3 Interrogation Booths
Continue reading: 3 Interrogation Boothsq. what’s the original dissonance? a. a nodding trigger q. what waits in the fleshly mouth, open? a. excavation by angel