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MY REVERENCE IS AWAKENED BY THE IMAGES I VENERATE



The one about the two who love one

The diphthong of a party

The ever-always ghost face

You say this hoping you won’t hear that back

The family member on the back stoop pontificating as outcast archetype

He let himself want in that one

We said

Commended him for his raggedness

And it was winter, too!

He opened the paper and a bug flew into him

He used to rest in the middle of the bed

And hold his cock in his hands

She would be near, in on it but not quite

The penis a warm tombstone between them

There are so many ways to be sick

The next time you see someone, their hair will be longer

My love makes me feel famous

My heart leaps across the room like blooming eggs
Posted 01/21/13
Books by Emily Kendal Frey
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