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are you still talking to all of those dead film stars like you used to
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We’re all meant to go like this, in a tapestried room, / the chandelier tinkling like an insistent fork against / its oyster. We pry at the…
One day I laid down the bruise of you
In those five-inch stilettos, / she thought you were fierce. / You wanted to patent-leather wound. / / But I was watching the entire…
It’s good practice. It keeps the flies off, / the phoenixes down. It keeps the butter / soft, the cocksure cock hard. It’s a / strengthening…
City where no one is from, city / that billows like the tumescent / moon, city that closes down / when the girl arrives with her bags / and…
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