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Flowers (On this Red Hot American Night)

It’s the red hot

middle

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

 

come

 

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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