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ALL THIS DEATH IN THE HEART BUSH



Your self-hatred has lost its precision

A metal gleam pokes through

In my reverie we’re eating boiled peanuts on barstools

It’s not sexy to be at home with your things

While bulbous paper lanterns hang overhead

Girls, stop peeing on the seat

Close range snowflakes

In my mind I’m running hard into your forehead
Posted 03/12/10
Books by Emily Kendal Frey
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I am enjoying this; thank you!
03/30/10 10:46pm