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Kevin Sampsell

Kevin Sampsell writes a couple of poems and haiku every year or so.

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countdown

Kevin Sampsell

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music ends next week // radios will look dumb / jukeboxes impossible to explain // colored vinyl pretty but mysterious / tell your kids that justin…

The Button

Kevin Sampsell

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A poof inside my chest / I press on my left nipple like / A button / It is five in the morning / I want nothing more than blankets / To be…

JSF

Kevin Sampsell

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I. / Eating Animals / Everything Is Illuminated / Here I Am / Tree of Codes / Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close / // II. / Extremely…

Money Is Murder

Kevin Sampsell

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I once heard // of a teenager / who threw a fifty-cent piece / off a highway overpass / / The coin pierced through / the windshield of a…

In Utero

Kevin Sampsell

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My earliest memory / is stepping out of a / long white Cadillac / and landing in your mouth / / Behind your teeth / there was a horse / …

Alone At Home At Night

Kevin Sampsell

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I want to dance / like Nicolas Cage / if he knew how to dance / // I don’t care / What the radio says / It is not a beautiful night / // …

Full of More Air

Kevin Sampsell

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God this air is so German // Waiting for some exotic love // flavored dental floss // A cloud with doors // / And then I told you // I’m tired of…

Plate-like

Kevin Sampsell

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How come your face is just a face / / My face is sometimes / a plate / you can eat / off of / /

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Stay High

Becca Yenser

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I meet a man in my backyard at dusk / He wears a trench coat like a husk / No one would ever believe my luck! // / Masked, headless, hopeful /…

Ten (Three Variations)

Becca Yenser

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The yellow-striped garden spider busy wrapping bees. / A used condom half buried in the corn plot. / The man on the roof unfurls his tape measure....

Bright Bird

Becca Yenser

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In the afternoons / I lie on my back / on the hot pavement and / watch the tomatoes die. // They die red with holes of pink, / they die with…

Witch Bitches

Shannon Barber

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My bitches Run a man madLikeWe got a secret languageSigils writIn eyebrows done upMasterful like frames for wise eyesEyeliner done up / Stabby…

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