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Flowers (On this Red Hot American Night)

It’s the red hot


of summer, maggots

on the windowsill.   


The trauma

is the blindness, like one arm

trying to grab itself


I’m ready


to study


flowers, you should




with me


is all

we are saying


and that the trauma                 is the blindness

the trauma

is the blindness

Posted 07/20/19
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