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to our love affair
that fell down the stairs
and the pieces that remain
our stains on hotel bedsheets
a history in thread count
and egyptian cotton.
or the aurora borealis
like the names of places that don’t exist or your coca-cola perspiring in a swampland caravan of gypsy hyperbole i grow into you so slow root…
April 26, 2013
The trance continued in which / the saying was exchanging positions, / over and over, with the said. / It was a summons, a shock into / a long and…
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