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Jonathan Bennett Bonilla
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One very old soul said to the other, / “Did they see us? Were those the cops?” / But no one paid any attention to them— / Two hotties…
The birthday party charged forward on bicycles and horses into gathering / tides that splashed and smacked the soft hill like a delicious food /…
Walking around today the dream / a fist at the base of my spine labored to move me— / I was like a fridge, or a piano / / This was…
Ode Through a Thickness of Yellow Plastic
“Listen. Our voice is in the language of your trees, the songs of your birds, the low vibrations of your tectonic plates.” / / Somewhere…
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