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Blind Lemon Something
Once I lived a whole summer
inside a lemon. Bright bitter skies
and the salt. You had to squint
to make sense of it. Laundry
on the line and words
squeezed from the throat.
And no sugar. No sugar.
I paint a field of snow / and a man standing in it. / / That’s my picture of solitude. / / I paint a red bird in flight above the man. / …
Borealis / soaks pine, / slanders snow. / / One wren / neglects / his home, / / lets light / have its way, / drifts / / down / to…
this is going to be a really big poem
I can feel it. / In my sisters apt of white circles / waving out to kitchen, cracked / linoleum. By the way it was me / who pushed the guy…
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