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Telegram Never Sent: Dolly To Her Dead Papa
DECEMBER 01 1946 / / STOP HELLIUM HYDROGEN / LITHIUM BERRYILIUM STOP / STOP BORON CARBON / NITROGEN OXYGEN STOP / TEN RABBITS MAKE A GOOD /…
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I miss the smell of my skinned knee the summer / I pulled my whole self alone under the covers / and willed it to heal. By it I mean insert /…
Arise Ye Smithies and Garmentors
flesh furriers of the social fabric, / your faces with luminous gall, / wreak toll booths and fence posts / where locomotives dare, / down a…
Archetype may be just a trinket— / I see my heart in a snail / all our big and little gods / fashioned from fear / / I am only a cell /…
Clothes Make the Man
The weekend is almost over. / It is cloudy, mid-afternoon / and the laundry in the dryer / is soon to be ready / / for Monday morning. /…
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