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I thought that you might say it but you…
/ I thought that you might say it, but you didn’t. / You won’t. A sentiment misred / then stutters, useless, like a dampened flint. / No fingers…
This time next month my garden will be fallow. / I will be older in the marked / way we age, my hair unnoticeably / longer. The leaves will have…
1. // A letter you nonchalantly put on the mantel / and forget about. This is sleep deprivation, adulthood: / the handwriting you have wondered…
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I will never regret the secrets I have kept. // Sometimes, though, they escape as a hiss. / // / The secrets I have kept belong to him as…
space pours wisdom into my brassiere
Dena Rash Guzman
Space pours wisdom into my brassiere / // into flesh, ears, onto my face, that pretty thing. / I’m full of space. I don’t live in time. / I…
Mine was the body / The victim / The evil / Of being / Of thighs / That rub / That jiggle / That hide the / Evilest / Eye. / Theirs / …
I Jones like / I'm dope sick / Sweating / Shitting / Like / Nothing is really / Cause I can't get right / Cause ain't / …
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