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Best American Experimental Poetry


Best American Experimental Poetry


   In last season’s 

   dust burning off 

   you can’t smell 

   the oily fingerprints 

   of whomever 

   positioned 

   the spotlight 

   but you can 

   amazingly 

   see the power 

   cord plugged 

   only into itself

Posted 05/19/15
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