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honey televisioni scalped a false ursine prophet, all golden / and colorless, to pour honey / into your wounds, dripping with cold sweat
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Jun 16, 2011
selectivityone halcyon summer, when / we strung ourselves out on fat couches, wilting / like thirsty, overheated forsythia, one
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Jun 16, 2011
son/sunsmooth son/sun, you're a holy roller / no fighting hedonism with a cold shoulder / smolder, ignite into a napalm
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May 12, 2011
coins coinsstick a nickel in your mouth because you like money / melt it down and let it coat your tongue like honey / and you still can't taste food two days later
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May 12, 2011
algaei. / was it underneath those algae covered rocks, / whispering, green creatures that delighted in
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Apr 29, 2011
en la margarezuma, el noche, con el / humedad. una cosa del estomago / del tierra, esto vida,
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Apr 25, 2011
fish-eyein an old diving suit, nobody can see your face / and the fish don't know you're human. / someone wondered why you would need a veil
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Apr 24, 2011
architectureyou had this many broken bones / like that time i left for an hour (because / i was learning to work some never fractured fingers
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Apr 24, 2011
portrait #2you broke your arm last week because you / fell out of a tree, because / you are a ten year old boy. when the bone
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Mar 10, 2011
portrait #1his bulbous eyes stared and clamored. / they bulged like cartoon animals do when / a fist throttles them. we hurried past him
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Mar 10, 2011
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